#idk what to tag this sorta thing

[gubbles-owo]

Been poking the PS3 more recently, playing some titles from a generation I never felt much connected to. Revisited Mirror's Edge after... probably over a decade? And while definitely not without its flaws and sore spots, it is sooo so fucking cool. Sometimes the collision does some wonky things that quite literally throw you off; combat encounters can be a repetitive slog of dying to a rain of bullets over and over again, trying to figure out how the hell to cut through them all; the animation of the cutscenes can feel a bit stilted and stiff, and whatever story that is present is rather light. But man, the raw sense of flow you can settle into when it all clicks... running against a wall and kicking off it to reach a ledge, vaulting up and dodging incoming fire and, hell, even clocking a fucko in the face and stealing their gun (when that actually works) to take out all their other shitfriends, just to chuck it to the side and dash away across a rooftop... god. I know the shaking and rolling first person cam ain't everyone's favorite-- understandable with motion sickness and all that-- but I love it all so much. When you land on the ground and tuck into a roll to break the fall, the whole fucking camera tumbles to follow suit. Really helps give weight to your actions and accentuates your carried momentum. It wouldn't be the same without it. And everything from the cutscenes to the environments to the music carry this through-line of sharp minimalism, stark yet vibrant. Very different than many of the games and experiences that were coming out at the time. idk, call me old or uninformed, but I feel like this sort of thing just doesn't happen anymore. At least, not in the AAA space. I dunno much about the follow-up, Catalyst, other than that its reception was... not super great. Perhaps I'll look into it at some point, but for now I wanna try my hand at beating the (in-game) speedrun times and finding all the hidden cases. Cleared the story in a day but I crave more lol

[dreamsy990]

TELEMACHUS AND ANTINOUS. FINALLY

[battiegutz]

experimenting on this sog i found in a dumpster❤️

[monsterbisexual]

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

random character design :D

[random-twst-things]

Crowley: Perfect! Just the person I was looking for!

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: 😐

Crowley: I acquire some assistance for an accident made in-

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey Grimm?

Grimm: What?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: ya know what sounds really good to eat right now?

Grimm: Tuna?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: no, roasted crow

Crowley: ...

Grimm: Roasted crow? Where ya gonna get a crow from?

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Oh, don't worry, I know where we can find one veeerrryyy near

Mc/Y/N/Yuu, turning to look at Crowley with a smile: Reeaaally close 😀

Crowley: OH! WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! It would seem the accident was mysteriously cleaned! Isn't that great? I must leave now! BYEEEE!!

Crowley, running away:

[termiken]

is that the trickster god rising from the deep holy shit

steve will always look like he was just born and also like he is 40 to me

[spaceorphan18]

X-Men Fic (Rogue/Gambit) : Toys

A/N: Yes, this was inspired by that clip that's been going around of Gambit's VA for XM97 playing with action figures. I cannot believe this is what I'm writing for my first real fic for this fandom. Dear lord, forgive me for the shenanigans... also, unbeta'd. I just wanted to get it out into the world and be done with it.

I'll post this tomorrow on Ao3

Rated: T for suggestiveness

Summary: Rogue catches Remy playing with toy action figures of the X-Men. Shenanigans. Set in the 616 comic verse, but some fun meta-y references to XM97

****

Toys

Upon arriving home, Rogue comes in through the open kitchen window because why bother with stairs when you can fly? It’s been a long day, a long week, a long life… All she wants to do is curl up on the couch with the cats and a trashy book and hopefully Remy’s home so she can get a back massage.  Hell, forget the book, she’ll gamble for the massage first.  Save the trashy for later.  

She grins, thinking about her husband’s warm hands on her skin.  

Remy is, indeed, home; standing at the kitchen island, his back turned towards the window, so engrossed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t hear her come in.  And what he’s doing takes her by surprise.  

The kitchen counter is covered in half open boxes, plastic containers, cardboard, and little zip ties.  There are a good, half-dozen or so action figures all lined up in a semicircle; each one of them a well detailed, classically designed replica of, well… the X-Men.  Oh, dear god, what did she walk into? 

“I’ll take ya down in one slice, bub,” Remy says, holding the Wolverine figurine in one hand, his voice low as he attempts Logan’s gruff voice.  Remy LeBeau is good at a lot of things, Rogue would be first to give you a list, but doing impressions is not one of them.  She bites her lip, fascinated to see how this plays out.  Remy grabs the Magento figurine as his voice shifts to imitate Erik.  “You incels!” Remy screams; loud, exaggerated, and carefully enunciated.  “How dare you try to take down me; the questionably dressed, ego too big for my helmet, Master of Magnetism?” 

Rogue puts a hand up to her lips, holding back an amused snort.  Oh, Remy… 

Remy loses the impression as he lunges the Wolverine figurine at the Magneto one.  The Magneto one floats away.  “You fools! Don’ you remember I control the metal?”  Shaking the Wolverine figurine violently, Remy lets out a feral scream and the figure is flung to the side, landing with a clatter in the sink.  

Magneto is discarded for a moment as Remy picks up the Scott and Jean figurines.  Scott has his hand to his visor while Jean has both her hands on the sides of her head.  “Jean! I seem to have made a tactical error,” Remy cries in Scott’s no-nonsense voice.  His voice then slides higher as he mimics Jean.  “Scott, my telepathy.  It out o’ whack!  Oh, Scott!... Jean!… SCOTT!.... JEAN!!”

Rogue is dying inside.  She holds herself tightly, trying as hard as she can not to burst out laughing.  

Scott and Jean are shuffled into one hand as Remy picks up the Magneto figurine again.  “Enough of this!” Remy says, back in the Magneto voice.  He then lets out another dramatic scream as he tosses the Scott and Jean figurines onto the pile of boxes, scaring Oliver, who had been inspecting one of the twist ties.  

He picks up the Storm figurine next, raising her arms to the ceiling.  “An’ now you deal with Stormy, who will smite you with her lightning blasts.” He jolts the Storm hands into Magneto, making little sound effect lightning blasts as he does so.  “Fool, I am impervious to lightning…  How dat possible? Lightning an’ magnetism are not the same thing!... I can control static electricity!... Dat…still don’ make any sense!... Begone, weather witch!”  

Rogue has tears in her eyes. She’s biting her lip so hard, it’s beginning to hurt.  Thankfully, Remy is so lost in his make believe world that he can’t hear her snickering.  

The Storm figurine is placed gently face down on the counter as Remy picks up the Gambit figurine.  Rogue’s eyes grow wide, intensely waiting to see how this will play out… 

“Ohh, you goin’ down now, mon ami,” Remy’s voice grows low and serious.  He starts making explosion sound effects, as if the Gambit figurine is throwing little playing cards at the Magneto one.  Remy then throws his head back in a villainous laugh as he goes back to the Magneto voice.  “You seriously think a few mild explosions could ever touch me?”  

Remy stops, and grins that cocky, beautiful grin of his.  “Non, but it enough to keep you distracted.”  He starts turning the Magneto figurine around, as if it’s confused.  “See, I always gotta ace up my sleeve.”  

In a quick second, he drops the Gambit figurine, and grabs the Rogue one.  Her arm is out, one leg up, poised to fly.  Remy slams the fist of the Rogue figurine into the Magneto one’s head.  “Howdy, sugah.” 

Rogue tilts her head, amused.  Remy’s imitation of her own voice is so comically off, and yet incredibly endearing.  

“How ‘bout you leave my family alone!” The Rogue figurine crashes into the Magneto one again.  This time, Remy charges the Magneto figurine, causing it to glow purple.  He tosses the charged Magneto figurine up, letting it explode in mid-air with a bang.  The charred remains drop to the counter with a clang before it bounces into the trash next to the counter.  

Remy then picks up the Gambit figurine and brings it in close to the Rogue one.  “Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you’re punching people, chere?...Why don’t you shut up and kiss me, Remy…” Remy starts clicking the faces of the two figurines together, making little kiss-y noises and ‘mwa’ sounds as the action figures ‘make out’.  

Rogue grins wildly, expecting nothing less.  She crosses her arms across her chest, casually walking forward to let her presence be known. “Whatcha doing, sugah?” 

Remy gives a startled jump, the figurines dropping out of his hand with a clatter.  He’s not the least bit sorry he’s been caught, however, a devilish grin quickly sliding onto his lips.  “Jus’ havin’ a bit of fun testing some of these toys that show sent us.”  Rogue picks the destroyed Magneto figurine out of the trash.  “Some of dem defective,” he says slyly. 

“Defective huh?” She drops the figurine unceremoniously back into the trash and comes in close, wrapping her arms around his neck.  She knows the show is a sore spot, no matter how much free merch they’ve gotten from it lately.   “You still salty about all that?”

He lets out a grumble, but still wraps himself around her, just the way she likes.  “Don’ act like you wouldn’t be, too, if they killed you off like dat.   Middle of the first season, too.  What’d I do to deserve dat?” 

“They just knew you were the best one.” She runs her fingers through his hair.  “Who else gonna go out in a fiery blaze of heroism like that?” 

He smirks, though she can still see a hint of sadness in his eyes.  “It was pretty epic, non?” 

“The best…”  She draws him in for a kiss, sweet and gentle and comforting.  “Forget that show, Remy.  That ain’t our life.  This is.” She kisses him again, a little bit harder, grounding herself in his embrace.  He had tortured himself wanting to keep watching that show, but she couldn’t.  She wouldn’t.  She didn’t want to imagine herself going down a path she would never recover from.  “Besides…” she says, trying to keep it light.  “I’m sure season two will have me pulling your pretty ass back from the dead one way or the other.  And if it doesn’t, you best bet I’ll get those writers fired and write it myself.”  

��I ever tell you how sexy you are when pulling me back from the dead?” 

“Shut up and kiss me, Remy.”  He does and they do.  Forget the massage tonight, they’re going straight to the trashy.  She’s hungry to feel him everywhere tonight.  

They break apart once again, breathing heavily as Rogue leans her forehead against his.  “Hey, Remy?” 

“Oui?” 

“Why don’t we leave this mess for later and go play with some of the toys we’ve already got.”

He laughs into another kiss.  “You always have de best ideas, chere…” 

****

Later… 

In the stillness of the night, long after Remy’s fallen asleep, Rogue gets up for a glass of water.  

The kitchen is how they left it hours ago, a mess of trash and action figures scattered around the room.  The cats had gotten into some of it.  Poor Scott had fallen to the ground.  She picks him up, placing him next to Jean, giving him a little pat as she does so.  

She wants to ignore the others.  Wants to ignore the strange sensation it is to have your likeness in toy form.  Still, she’s drawn to the little action figure her. She picks it up, inspecting it.  It’s her old green and yellow uniform, one she hasn’t worn in years. She doesn’t even know where it is, probably having been trashed in some long ago fight.  Unsurprisingly, the boobs are a little too big, the waist a little too small, and the hair a bit ridiculous.  But it’s oddly still her.  A little version her.  

She looks down to the Gambit figurine and smiles.  The trench coat, the staff, the ridiculously abbed pink breast plate.  The cocky little grin.  They got his likeness perfectly.  And yet it doesn’t even hold a candle to the real thing.  

“Love ya, Remy,” she says softly, as she takes the Rogue figurine and gives the Gambit figurine a kiss with it.  She laughs at her own silliness, but still takes a moment to place the figurines together, resting against each other, as they should be.  

She grabs her water and turns off the light and heads back to the bedroom, where she’ll soon curl up against her husband and fall asleep.  

[hanakou-often]

I got a headcanon that after the young exorcist arc Hanako began to see Kou as super cool and more attractive than he gave him credit because despite Nene explicitly saying Kou is not her type, Hanako abruptly gets WAY MORE wary if they are, like he is scared she'll notice he is 'objectively' boyfriend material and fall in love (too).

Honestly Hanako finding Kou more attractive immediately after the young exorcist arc is pretty plausible. I mean. The inherent romantism of taking a bullet of lightning for your enemy, the kindness expressed in the willingness to vouch for someone you once deemed evil, the bravery in it all…yeah I’d be a wary too if Kou was willing to do all of that for Hanako then you can only imagine what he'd do for Nene. This gave me an idea that Hanako at some point probably couldn't tell who he was more jealous of. Was it Kou for supposedly being the better potential boyfriend material that Nene deserves? Or was it Nene for being able to connect to Kou in a way that Hanako couldn't? They're both humans, plus he was a boy and she was a girl, could I make it anymore obvious? There's plenty room for them to develop feelings and if Nene chose to pursue Kou, Hanako couldn't say he didn't see it coming. It's only natural that someone as strong, sweet and relentlessly giving as Kou would be bound to attract someone as equally sweet as Nene.

Still, there's something he can't shake off about the jealousy. It's something more complicated than Kou possibly stealing Nene away from him. It's something much more indigestible that sits underneath the fluttery feelings he gets when Kou laughs or smiles. It's something that he won't ever allow himself to explore because of his internalized homophobia. It's envy. Envy of Nene who has the right to be boy crazy all she wants because it's what's expected of a teenage girl. It's envy of her being able to explore her options, namely Kou, in a way that Hanako cannot since he's 1. Not a girl, and 2. A ghost. It's an agonizing realization to dissect so Hanako will stay ignorant to it, hoping that if he pretends hard enough it'll just go away on its own.

[strohller27]

Yes Hello to all my fellow Miss Lemon fans out there:

If you love her as much as I do, then 6.2 Hickory Dickory Dock is the episode for you

Now let us all just take a moment out of our busy day to bask in her glory:

That coat with those hats?? ICONIC she has such a flawless style

and this little scene where she's like 'this is just a quirk of Mr. Poirot's, don't worry about it' fellas help she's so cute

also HELP lads she took Poirot's comment about Inspector Japp's 'healthy appetite' way too literally!! LEMON SOLE! she's so funny aagh

Also she looks really damn good in burgundy wow

Also you know I hate the trope where guys tell ladies to take their glasses off and let their hair flow in the wind because they'd somehow be 'sexier' or whatever. That is just simply not true. Case in point: Look at how cute Miss Lemon is in her glasses!!

Just. Everyone just. Look at my favourite girl. Look at her!!! Her filing system is perfect! Her filing system could kick your ass!!!

[marchingbandnerd]

The current state of dafpork on different social media platforms is so funny to me for no reason cuz it’s so varied-

Tumblr: Literally keeping this ship alive, there are so many active accounts that contribute art, fics, and rants about them, it’s perfect

TikTok: It is STRUGGLING to stay alive, all the most popular edits are months old by now and I never see practically anybody talk about them

Twitter: A few posts but again, not very active as most are older (could be that I don’t understand how to use twitter, we’ll never know 🤷‍♀️)

Reddit: Ya know what? Idk why I even included this one, what kinda redditor would talk about dafpork, all they talk about there is is random characters would make good comedic duos XD I’ve scrolled through the looney tunes subreddit, nothing dafpork related. Tried searching up dafpork and got 0 results. If it exists on there it’s buried

Instagram: I had to open insta for this *shudders*, There are more posts on there than Twitter but like half of them Ik are cross posted from here on tumblr lmao

YouTube: There is a singular clip compilation. I honestly didn’t even except that to be there haha

Snapchat: idek why I tried 💀

Deviantart: three pics came up and two were a double of the same fanart haha, and if you search their names x each other it just brings up looney tunes screenshots of most of the cast

Pintrest: Uhhhh

[kamisatoayato]

adolin kholin the man that u are...

[v1rtualtrash]

Gijinka so good it got a sequel

[goldentigerfestival]

now like i know a lot of ppl prob loved the english version of the yuri and flynn fight at aurnion bc of the "kick your ass" stuff they made up, but like hear me out

Flynn:

なんだろうこの感じ…！ I wonder what this feeling is...!

Yuri:

なんだっていいだろ、オレは全力でお前にぶつかってく！ Whatever it is, I'm hitting you with all my strength!

Flynn:

それじゃあ…僕も全力で君を倒すっ！ Well then… I'll use all my strength to overwhelm you!

Yuri:

倒せるもんなら倒してみろっ！ If you can beat me, then beat me!

original context abouta turn into an E rated fanfic real quick (they talk very suggestively to each other. take that as you will)

[uwuinhell]

Okay so. Something I never paid much attention to in the 2012 TMNT series but upon reading the fanwiki for Shredder (the "history" section) (I'm planning on making a fnaf sb au where the turtles are animatronics) he.

Shredder has a dog.

Now- I was reading because I wanted to know what he did after the big fight w Splinter,, why he came to New York and blah blah blah.

And y'know he raised Karai, after the big fight, so, Now I'm sitting here imagining him like, Being a Dad and maybe he actually got the dog for Karai (since wanting a dog is such a common thing in kids)

Like. I'm just sitting here thinking. Where did he get the dog? Why did he get a dog? Does. Does he take the dog on walks? Play with him? (I'm pretty sure the dog is a boy)

Did he get the dog to satiate little Karai's whining about getting a dog? Did they go into a pet store to get him? Did they just Happen upon the dog and Karai begged Shredder to keep it? Did Shredder find the dog on the streets (maybe previously a dog-fight dog?) and idk related to him and decided to keep him??

Also the fanwiki said that he made/became (?) a worldwide crime syndicate. So I think maybe he started that in Japan (and raised Karai there for a bit) and he ended up in America due to Business (I imagine he'd traveled to other countries previously too, due the whole WorldWide thing)

Did he start the crime syndicate thing just to take care of Karai? Did the foot clan that he grew and led help with raising Karai? Are the foot clan all over the world and that's how he created the crime syndicate thing? Like he started the foot clan (crime organization)(?) and once it was big enough he sent some of the foot clan to other countries and they established themselves there and continued to grow and he visits those places to, like, keep up with the foot clan since he's their leader?

I imagine he'd have taken Karai with him as he traveled since he was the one raising her. And due to all the moving around Karai never really made friends (and was probably discouraged from it anyhow). Or maybe instead he had other people raising Karai while he was away and that's at least part of why they're so distant?

[driftingballoons]

While Dusknoir and Grovyle argue about what to do with the baby, Celebi takes matters into her own hands

The mystery continues