#i like to observe him and think

[asp3nn]

clinically insane pancake man go

[cozymodeonpoint]

senshi fans: learning how to make nutritious meals for themselves

laios fans: down bad

marcille fans: lesbianism

chilchuck fans: putting that man in situations

[gossippool]

rewatching deadpool & wolverine again for fanfic characterisation purposes (part 2) and can we talk about this scene where logan says "you don't want this"

all the other wolverines wade visited had no qualms with attacking him (even little miss cavillrine!) the moment he stepped foot into their space. THIS logan ☝🏼 was suffering not only from whiskey dick of the claws but also whiskey dick of the violence

this logan is the only one that hesitated using his claws on wade, or didn't at least respond with aggressiveness (by his standards). we talk a lot about how his blow up at wade in the honda odyssey is really just him projecting, but so is this. when he tells wade "you don't want this", it's him who doesn't want it—he doesn't want to fight anymore, doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore. look at the expression on his face when he says it. he's so fucking tired of it all

[smokbeast]

too many observations

[bluemoonscape]

I think it's ridiculous that old man Empire Strikes Back Obi-Wan was genuinely out there looking at his best friend's son and remembering Anakin's crooked smile and messy hair and the look on his face when he saw rain for the first time and his hatred for vegetables and tendency to lose his lightsaber and his night owl habits and that he blushed on the nape of his neck (hello) and he's calling him his "beautiful friend" like man do you need a minute alone

[katiekatdragon27]

✨✨✨Pulling baddies at the club✨✨✨

Shimpo is wasted off his ass currently btw. He’s a mega lightweight. Glisten has a high tolerance for alcohol and finds Shrimpo’s attempts at showing off (and unsuccessful flirting) incredibly amusing.

Shrimpo doing anything in his power to look taller than he actually is only for it to fail is one of my favorite personal headcanons <3 It tends to make him get hurt, but that's the cross to bear when searching for height.

Some Pebble doodles and progress pics below:

Also I love you Pebble, I wish you lots of chances to be violent and insane with no restraint or mercy in your heart<3

Thank you and have a lovely day^^

[sengenism]

gen is next to senku like, 90% of the time just to stand there and look pretty while going "ohhhh?" when senku explains science stuff

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

It’s not that Jason forgot, per se.

But between smuggling a toddler out of the League of Assassins, trekking halfway across the world, and finding a suitable hiding place that’s also child friendly… well, it kind of slipped his mind that he’s supposed to be… dead.

Something that comes back to bite him in the ass when he takes Dami out for some ice cream and just so happens to run into non other than Brucie-fucking-Wayne

[vaguely-concerned]

sometimes I think of all the on-the-surface warm, well-meaning but deeply ineffectual advice and attention john gives harrow through harrow the ninth (make some soup and get some sleep! get a hobby! don't be so hard on yourself! self care harrow! as long as I need take no actual responsibility in this relationship whatsoever I would have loved to be your dad!) set up against the stark truth that with his other hand he has been staging her attempted horrific murder again and again and again like a living nightmare on the logic that it will 'put her down or fix her'. and then I find that I wish there is a hell. a special hell where twitch streamers turned necromantic death emperors go

[dipperscavern]

Could I request something with Remmick and a modern time reader who’s his friend yet she’s also afraid of him? he’s doing his best to court them nonetheless because he’s in love with them? Like each time he’s simply staring at reader lovingly she gets the wrong idea and thinks he’s about to bite her?😭something kind of fluffy maybe even a lil angsty. Your writing is so good!!

im trying out my hand here with writing rem so be gentle with me !! & thank you for your compliments i hope i did it justice <33 Also made him a bit of a (total) freak in this sorry it just happened i Cant stop it

remmick x fem!reader, but can be gn! if you ignore the whole ‘attagirl’ thing

you must be the sweetest thing this side of the mississippi river he’s ever had the privilege of laying eyes on.

except he's not in mississippi anymore, and sayings like that seem to be dying out. remmicks seen the coming and going of a thousand and one sayings, but that couldn't be the furthest thing from his mind right now.

you.

he almost fears if he ever gets his mouth on you, you'll melt under his tongue, cause you must be made of sugar.

you're kind. gentle, polite. unbelievably accommodating. you, before he told you why, didn't ask why you always needed to let him in. no complaints, no weird looks, just you assuming the best of people, as always, and accommodating to his strange verbal ritual without blinking.

that's one of the things about you he's noticed, and perhaps its part of the reason he's infatuated with you. gorgeous, sweet, kind, patient - all the things he's not. that he may have been but can't be again.

ah, what the hell.

"opposites attract", a saying since its birth he hasn't understood well — but he gets it now. you're all he's not, he's all you can't be.

not without a bite from the devil, anyways.

and that idea, the one of a bite, has been swimming in your mind ever since remmick unveiled the curtain that hides his dark secret.

you didn't run. you thought about it, but you didn't. you're scared, but, somehow, you're still trying. still letting him in. still hanging around the darkness, even when you think it might just swallow you whole. maybe that’s what you want.

that scent of fear that you now carry, it contrasts with the inherent trusting nature of your actions. and god, it makes remmick ache. makes him want to corner you and put his mouth on you and ask, "You scared?"

and when you say "Yes," since you're no liar, he'll reply "Good," and won't even mock you when you grip him closer.

okay, he is a liar - maybe he will. but it's all in good nature, darlin'.

your own good nature is doing it's very best to not think when he looks at you he wants to eat you (not entirely untrue, really), but you can't help it. can't help the small hesitation before saying he can come in, but that's alright. he's trying, too.

he intentionally makes his footsteps heavy so you know where he is, when he's approaching. makes sure to keep his tone light, a sort of airy that's unnatural to him, but it doesn't matter in the slightest when he sees how it helps. and it does.

you're starting to look at him the same way you did before you knew. with dwindling ounces of unsuredness, or falters of your gaze. with that want you think you're doing a good job of hiding.

all in due time.

and right now, you're cooking, for him. making him pasta. offered when he came in — maybe you think that kind of food will help to satiate his other stomach.

it doesn't, not really, but like other things lately, he finds it doesn’t matter in the slightest. whatever makes you feel better, safer.

the steam rises in swirls and seems to dance around you. he studies your frame, something he hasn't felt in a long time stirring in his chest. watches how you move, how you breathe, and isn't ready to think about how he wants to for the rest of his unending life.

he's almost lucky you notice him staring, then, because he may have had no other choice but to consider his realization.

uncertainty coats your gaze, and he knows you're waiting for him to say something. to justify those eyes of his you now can see the unnatural glow of. and he does something he doesn't often find himself willing to. (he almost forgot how to say such a word)

"Sorry. Just lookin'," he says, with the hint of a smirk he's trying to repel. it's not funny, remmick tells himself. but it is.

you, poor, sweet thing who when he was certain you wouldn't run off, was made aware of who he is. what he is, more specifically. he should be— is grateful you still let him in, of course, but it's amusing to a man such as remmick. how your eyes go wide as saucers when you catch him looking (or lingering, really) what he wouldn't give to get inside that pretty head of yours.

you swallow your fear, nodding as if you believe him. maybe you do, or maybe you're a good pretender. it isn't remmicks business. you decide whatever he's doing sitting behind the counter isn't yours either, returning your attention to the stove. "You can look."

a beat passes.

"Attagirl."

your head is stiff when it turns back to him. remmick, naturally, is looking at your fridge - studying (pretending to) the magnets you've placed on it. he also pretends to notice you looking and throws an unsure glance of his own your way.

im hearing things, you must think, because when you turn away again, it's with a light shake of your head. remmick can hear the hard blink of your eyes to try and make yourself snap out of it. it takes every year of his old age to hold in his smirk.

you a wicked man, remmick, some distant part of him says. and another responds with 'sure am. and when the steam escapes from your pot and the smell hits his nostrils, they both go quiet.

"You hungry, Rem?" you call softly.

yes ma'am, but not for that, is what he thinks. "Hungry as all can be." is what comes out.

he's practicing softening his own voice, for you. he seems to be not half bad at it, because even if you don't notice, those unnatural orbs of his pick up at the slight relax of your shoulders. he can almost see the breath you release, and he wants to taste it. but he'll settle for pasta.

for now.

[deadpoetsandlivinglegends]

Something something every time Charlie isn’t fighting to be the center of attention, he is always looking around to others to gauge their reactions and silently observing them all something something he is searching for connection, to fit in and be loved but he doesn’t know how to ask for love so instead he gains their attention by acting out in ways he knows they’ll notice and tries to pretend their attention and love are the same thing

[oacest]

fleetwood mac - silver springs // oasis - songbird

[xxplastic-cubexx]

charlies turn for the reference sheet beam

[bunbun206]

It’s funny to me how much Sonic and Shadow seem to know each other. Like in the twitter takeover they just keep pointing out things out about each other. I think there’s two times where they begrudgingly agree with the other. For two hedgehogs that seem to not really enjoy each other’s company (mostly on Shadow’s) they do love remembering little details about each other 👀

[chopshajen]

A little sketch of Anya from Mouthwashing. A friend got me into the game and I’ll be in my feelings forever over these characters

[saints-who-never-existed]

So we all know that Blanky is cool and badass as fuck. That goes without saying. There's a sense, right from the get-go really, that he pretty much always knows what to do in any given situation.

Blanky knows when humour will lift a mood, and when seriousness is required. He knows when to give grace and kindness, and when to dole out much-needed tough-love.

I think it always worth repeating, though, that none of that would be possible without an extremely high degree of empathy and emotional intelligence. To me, that's Blanky's real greatest strength. It's the root of what makes him so cool and badass as fuck so I want to ramble more about some examples of it.

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In Episode Two, for instance, we have his nighttime conversation with Crozier where Blanky matches the captain's energy beat for beat.

He laughs with him first about the erstwhile reindeer and while he remains optimistic throughout the rest of the scene, he's also honest, both acknowledging Crozier's various fears and drilling down to the root of them immediately - "Aye. You trusted Ross and you trusted Parry."

When Crozier remarks on his perceptiveness, Blanky's incredibly tactful and kind too - a casual "No, it's just that I know you." when in reality Crozier's been doing a horseshit job of concealing his thoughts and they're visible from fuckin' space.

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In the following episode, I think the response Blanky gives to Little's fearful teatime diatribe is great.

In contrast to Crozier's vague and even condescending reply which only seems to rile him up further, Blanky shuts Little down clearly and firmly but without being unkind. I think a simple, factual response was the right tactic for the lawful-good sort of guy Little is.

I think his accurate judgement of Little's character is further confirmed later in the episode vis a vis the clandestine rescue party. He's right when he says "Lieutenant Little will never agree to it."

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Another example that's very special to me personally is in Episode Five and it's not Blanky delivering his warning after Crozier punches Fitzjames, or even when he lightens the mood with jokes and toasts before having his own fuckin' leg sawn off (although I could talk about those forever).

It's actually a wee almost throwaway line Blanky utters to McDonald right before he heads up on deck:

"He's ill with it now..."

Crozier's behaved abhorrently to everyone around him up until that point. He's been vicious and manipulative, cruel and thoughtless. Threatening to throw Silna out into the elements and actually following through with Blanky, ordering him out into weather he knows full well is so cold that it literally just killed a man.

It would be so easy for Blanky to decide that that was final straw, that he was done with Crozier's bullshit. But no! Even then, even then, Blanky seems to be able to take a step back to some degree. To recognise Crozier's alcoholism for what it is - a debilitating illness and not some great moral failing.

It used to confuse me to some degree why Blanky would greet Crozier so warmly at Carnivale (other than the fact that the absolute mad-lad is drunk off his ass). Like, that's the man who made the decision that lead to you nearly dying and losing a limb - how can you just hug him as if none of that happened? But the more I thought about that earlier line, the more clearly it spoke of the incredible depth of understanding and feeling Blanky has for Crozier and the more beautiful that relationship became. He can forgive him so quickly because he can see so clearly the true person under the difficult surface.

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We talk so much about Blanky remaining outside of the horror story the rest of the characters come to inhabit, refusing to dignify it with his presence. And, again, I just think an important part of the reason he's able to do so is that he sees the world around him and the people within in it for exactly what it is and for exactly who they are. It's just a lot harder to jump-scare a man who sees the mask you're wearing from a mile away, and understands precisely why you've donned it.