#i love brad btw

[zandylions]

What's up Lisa Nation, remember when this is how joyful ended (for real) (canon)

[yhwcomeback]

"How did you even get in here" "Is that a rethorical question?" "Right you're a ninja, I forgot"

Headcanon that Brad has a flowershop in Dragon Rising and Lloyd drops by to get tea leaves every so often (no other reason in particular...)

[exdeputysonso]

Brad Dourif as Charles Lee Ray | Child's Play (1988)

[thekittyokat]

Hi! Please please please, could you tell me more about your coffin chain ideas?/nf

I am obsessed but barely anybody has jumped onto the ship yet and I am VERY new to the fandom so I wanna wait with making it myself until I know more lol. You are lowkey fueling this entire operations and I wanna thank you for that either way.

(rubs my paws together) you have no idea what you've unleashed anon i've been holding onto this ask specifically bc i've been sapping dopamine from it like a little leech waiting until i had time to hastily doodle up a little dynamics timeline for different stages of the ot4

i REALLY hope this makes sense . i feel the need to say this every time i post abt coffinchain but my ideas are rly specific and i've had time for them to infect my brain like mold so i'm defo ready to accept this all being rly niche and really just for me and like 3 other people

buuut if this little peek into my mind speaks to ANY of y'all i absolutely encourage implore and beg you to send me asks and ideas and whatnot about these 4 bastards literally whenever you want!!

TL;DR one half of the trauma bonded couple reaches out and forms an immediate kinship with the big scary guy that no one likes & convinces his petty boyfriend to let him fw them. then he starts bringing his deranged fbi otter around they start double-dating only for it to become a situationship and then the worst polycule ever

[trutrustories]

So... did Brad actually kill the version of himself that was living on a sacred timeline, or not? Because I´m loosing my mind over it! There had to be another Brad right???

[blappel]

go to @hauditorrac on browser and then reblog and put in the tags what your officially assigned tohd otp is

[twiggies-draws]

Taking a moment to appreciate the final results, of my sketches vs What the artists I commissioned gave me ❤️ [Part 2]

By @theblindarcher

By @milton-chamberlain

By @cynicalstith

[mittenslikescats]

tbh I find it kinda funny that some people in the ninjago fandom will go on and on about how queer ships like lava and bruise are ‘disgusting’ and ‘wrong’ and some people will even call you a horrible person for even thinking of shipping them. Yet some of those same people will say how much they love Lloyrumi. Ya know the relationship between two characters that was create on lies and manipulation. Yeah people will say that shipping someone like Kai and Cole together is wrong but they do certainly love shipping a toxic relationship. 

Like I’ve seen people try to ‘justify’ why Lloyrumi (in the canon of the show) is a good ship, they say things like ‘but she was so nice to him before she was revealed to be the quite one’ Like no this girl the whole time lied and manipulated him then tried to kill him if that doesn’t screamed red flag I don’t know what does. Also this doesn’t mean I hate Harumi she’s one of my favorite villains but her and Lloyd shouldn’t be in a relationship and even if she redeemed herself in Crystalized, which she’s got a LONG way to go to fully redeem herself that doesn’t suddenly make up for what she put Lloyd through. I’m fine if you want to ship them in an AU where Harumi isn’t the quite one and doesn’t tried to make Lloyds life a living hell. But looking at a canon point in the show those two should never be together. Also didn’t Garmadon technically adopt Harumi? So wouldn’t that make Lloyd and Harumi adoptive sib-  

[kaitcake1289]

MYTHICQUEST S3 REWRITE XD

[why-its-kai]

ok i'm sure the trigun fandom is super excited about stampede and want to talk about that but i need to talk about brad in the 98 anime and how the poor guy was colored inconsistently throughout both "flying ship" and "out of time." is that the waistband of his pants or the bottom of his jacket? they couldn't decide.

here's a few caps from "flying ship"

the image on the left is the next episode preview for "out of time" and the right is from the final episode. it looks like they changed the color palette for this scene, and in the process of doing that they swapped the waistband color:

then onto "out of time" itself where things get even worse for brad (besides the end of the episode). not only does brad's entire coat gets colored incorrectly (missing the dark panels under the arm in image on the right), but so do his boots!!

the stress gets so bad that brad's hair even turns grey momentarily?!?!!?

this is how i imagine brad feels about this:

poor brad. the anime did you dirty

[pookielious]

I feel like pitts had siblings

He gives off like 6+ siblings vibes I'm not sure what but he looks like it and he's definitely the older middle kid out of them but the youngest boy

He was the only one to go to Welton though we don't know his family's financial situation but I think the rest of his siblings either went to another prep school or to a private school, he probably only went to Welton on some sort of scholarship or connection his parents had with nolan or some trustee

[thelonelynindroid]

Brad Jo Dana Evil Gang.........I love it

[exdeputysonso]

Brad Dourif as Stan | The Box (2003)

[brad-bakshi-loves-bugs]

ok ok but let brad keep isopods

SEE I WAS DEBATING ON IT because I also have isopods as pets HOWEVER. the reason brad keeps bugs is primarily because he loves keeping dangerous predators he gets to watch hunt (and also because he can relate to them etc etc), but everyone loves isopods and they're completely harmless. if he was going to have any detritivores, he would definitely go for millipedes first, especially the larger african species such as archispirostreptus gigas and spiropoeus fischeri (I have both, hence how I know he'd like them too LOL), since at least they have a toxic defense mechanism. but I still dont think brad would see any use in keeping bugs that dont hunt their own food unless he's using them to feed to other bugs that do (such as his roaches and beetles that he breeds as feeders), because that defeats his purpose for keeping them. and, unlike what casual keepers on social media will tell you, isopods make pretty terrible feeders because their exoskeleton is too hard and they have very little protein for their size 😭

however, just because brad wouldn't personally choose isopods doesn't mean they won't be added to his collection in wafwaf's future 👀 this IS a slow burn after all, and david's gonna get to keep his own bugs eventually too! it'll just take. you know. like a billion more chapters until we reach that point LOL

[dirhwangdaseul-archived]

yeah i forgot i go "kys david" every five minutes of mythic quest like they really wrote the whitest most clinically cis straight man ever ever huh i love this show

[ssahotchnerr]

a bit late but i have a request for protective aaron 😓😓 reader and hotch having a date night and they run into someone who claims to be from the fbi like that one guy who prentiss garcia and jj came across?? maybe they play along for while? i love ur writing btw 💕💕 and congrats on 5k!!

brad's back

let's pretend this hasn't been in my drafts for ages, and what if it is the same guy they came across 🤭 cw; jealous!aaron, bau fem!reader, bar setting, light drinking mentions, suggestiveness, brad LOL wc; 1.2k

Saturday night. Date night.

Aaron and yourself had already finished dinner, and had stopped at a nearby bar for a drink or two before heading home. Jack was at Jessica's for the night, having fun of his own at a sleepover with his cousins.

That meant a wonderfully empty apartment was waiting for you, and all of its advantages.

You were giddy with impatience, eager to head out. As you waited for Aaron to return - he had run to the men's room - out of your peripheral you sensed someone lingering, just a few feet away from where you were sat.

You turned your head, subtly brushing your fingers through your hair so your glance didn't seem purposeful. It was a man in a suit, hair swept cleanly, looking greatly out of place in the casualness of the bar.

But your discreet attempt at observing did go noticed; the man took it as a plausible excuse to approach you.

"You should be careful."

Your eyebrows quirked quizzically, evaluating whether or not his statement was a threat or hopeful flirting. "How so?"

"Saturday night. It's getting late. We're in a high crime area."

You widened your eyes in feigned surprise, "Are we?"

No, you were not.

You quickly deemed him harmless, for now. And while you waited, why not play into it; he obviously had some story going, without a doubt a highly entertaining one at that. Not only, with Aaron due back in a few short minutes, you wouldn't mind seeing his protective side in the slightest.

"But lucky for you, I'm around. I just so happen to be a part of the FBI."

"Really." Your chin pointed downwards, not wasting a second to rack through your brain. He didn't look familiar, and you were quite good at remembering faces. You definitely hadn't come across this man before in practice.

When nothing unveiled, "I didn't catch your name."

"Brad."

Holy shit. You've heard the infamous Brad story from the girls, numerous times, and this had to be him. It had to; he was just as they described: vain, a bit gawky. You quickly stifled the laugh that wanted to burst through your chest. It's been months since, and evidently he was still using the same pickup.

"Brad the FBI agent." You nodded slowly, toying with your drink, fingers on the rim. "That's quite the title. What department are you in?"

"That's classified," he answered, leaning against the counter on an elbow. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that."

"I see..."

Your eyes shot to the side as Aaron approached, landing on him just in time to see him stop in his tracks. As expected, a scowl deepened on his face as he saw Brad talking to you, also taking notice of his close, flirtatious proximity. His feet began moving once again, more urgency in his step.

"You must know Aaron then." You gushed, grabbing onto Aaron's arm and drawing him close as soon as he was in reach, and before he could ruthlessly interrogate Brad. Aaron lightly stumbled in surprise at the sudden pull.

Brad blanched, "I, urm-"

"Aaron," you grinned, "this is Brad."

Aaron shot you a look, one that read: 'And why the hell would I care?' but as he gave you said look, he immediately eyed the mischievous, fiery glint in your eyes. You were up to something.

The tension lessened in Aaron (barely), offering a rather stiff, "Hello."

"Brad," you turned, your hand clutching onto Aaron's bicep, your thumb grazing it calmly. "Aaron's in the FBI too."

Aaron's shoulders relaxed, probably coming to the same realization; he's heard the story also, as Penelope all but sprinted into the bullpen to share the hilarious encounter.

"No, I don't believe we have met." He activated his Hotch Stare, "What department are you-"

"Oh, he can't say. Classified." You interrupted, lips developing into a pout. "Strange, isn't it?"

While Aaron's notorious expression was enough to make Brad squirm, he also put an arm around you, keeping you close. Very close, your shoulder was practically digging into his chest.

Brad forced a laugh, his voice painfully strained. "Actually, it's uh... the big one. In DC."

"The big one." Aaron deadpanned, his brows furrowing more into a hardened line above his eyes. "You mean the J. Edgar Hoover Building?"

"Yes sir, that one." He rushed out, his gaze darting to the side. Probably looking for a quick escape.

"And your speciality?"

A dreadfully, humorously weak answer, "Crime."

"Crime." Aaron repeated, with an undertone of idiot.

"Modern day hero, clearly." You inputted. Aaron's lips twitched, holding back a smile.

"Your Superior is?"

"Superior... you see, I really can't stay. My boss wouldn't be too happy with me giving out the details."

"And you are aware that impersonation can be charged as a criminal offense," Aaron laid it on thick, his tone nothing less than strictly authoritative. "Aren't you?"

Brad opened his mouth to respond. Much to his avail, only silence came out.

"If I were you, I would try to find a better use of your time than using a forged title to pick up women. Perhaps being yourself may work? Although, I believe that needs extensive work as well."

Humiliation glassed over Brad's eyes, a blush rising to his cheeks. He turned on his heel, retreating.

"One more thing."

Your heart skipped a beat. From Aaron's tone of voice, the protectiveness you had anticipated - deep emphasis was about to come to the surface.

"I'm not the only one in the FBI." He spoke with pride in his chest, cocking his head towards you. Aaron's lips also quipped into a smile, whereas a smug look was on your face. "She's more than capable to take care of herself. And if for some reason she couldn't, that's where I come in."

Brad merely stood there, helplessly. From the irritation present on his face, he was completely over it.

"Have a good night."

"That was something, wasn't it?" You stated humorously once Brad was out of earshot.

Aaron snorted a laugh into his drink. "I'll say."

"I wonder how often it's worked." You thought aloud, feeling for those who had unknowingly fallen for it.

"Not enough if he's still using it as a ruse."

"It's kinda sad." While it was well deserved, long overdue and hopefully ceased any future endeavors of his, you still couldn't help but feel bad. Partially bad.

"It is, but he doesn't deserve your pity sweetheart." Aaron's hand fell atop yours, giving your knuckles a gentle pat. "Ready to head out?"

You nodded yes, "I've been ready."

After tossing some bills on the counter, Aaron properly grabbed your hand this time. The two of you headed for the exit, Aaron's hold on your hand tightening - to not lose you amidst the crowd, or for anyone else to make a pass at you.

"Is this the part where I say I can show you what a real FBI agent can do?" Aaron teased, a delightful little smirk on his face as he opened the door.

You laughed. "Whatever makes you happy. And benefits me."