#the element of surprise

[zukos-other-missing-eyebrow]

[setting: book 1]

zuko, pushing the tip of his sword on sokka's neck: tell me where the avatar is.

sokka:

sokka: yo, are we about to kiss right now?

zuko: what

[luciosfanpage]

[skylarbee]

Do you think the "element of surprise" could concern Miles? I'm French and my English is not perfect and I don't understand all the nuances in his texts, but there are certain sentences and the "x" that made me think of that.

it could be, or it could be just about cheating (like most songs from eycte lmao) or just about meeting someone new and falling for them.

if we want to overanalyse it, the first verse definitely reminds me of being confused about falling for someone who it didn't make sense for me to fall for (someone of the same gender; the 'heart' can say yes to them but the 'head' can't make sense of it), potentially while already being in a relationship with someone else ('losing the plot'). and then we've got the 'sneaking in the side' in the chorus, trying not to be seen, which wouldn't make much sense if he wrote it about a current girlfriend 🤔 then in verse two he could be talking about playing "games" with this person ('never-ending games that you play'), just fooling around, but which then ultimately results in something more serious, so therefore the games weren't much good for anything ('why colour in the lines if you're just painting it black?'). aaand then we have the x's, which if someone (like miles) uses it too often, they kind of lose their meaning of being a kiss and turn into a habit or wanting to seem nice while texting (also used excessively when arranging a hook-up/being flirty). but alex doesn't really care whether they are kisses, just a habit, or whether this person 'ends all the messages' with this (= realising he's not the only person they're potentially sleeping with) he would still like to hook up/meet them: 'there's nothing like the element of surprise' - which seems to be a sarcastic line - he knows that he's doing something he shouldn't, that maybe he's not special, and yet he can't resist them and is not surprised when they sneak in and end up spending time together for the nth time

so, yeah, it could well concern him😂

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[33misc]

“The idea that you’ve existed all along’s ridiculous” and “I would still be surprised I could find you, darling, in any life”. Yeah that’s the same feeling there.

[voloswag]

some worldbuilding snippets continuing off the last post im sorry this barely even feels like a pokemon blog anymore but here I am. for every word I add to this post I am having to remind myself that cringe is dead, cringe is dead, I am actually sooooo sexy and powerful for putting my silly brain creations out for the world to see! and volo is there so it’s still relevant anyway, it’s fiiiine

but anyway yes. some worldbuilding, specifically about the ‘deities’ of the setting (which isn’t strictly the ironsworn setting cus I’m also throwing in tons of salvaged bits of my old dead headworld)

cue incoherent ramblings after the cut!

this setting’s equivalent to gods would be the celestial bodies, which from strongest to weakest are suns > moons > stars. real world astronomy has no power here, don’t worry about it

every celestial body is/was a very powerful living, sentient being with a life cycle and everything. the planet the characters live on is a horrific mishmash of ‘stars’ that have been so tightly jam packed and fused together by the moons that over time the biggest, oldest of these stars have lost their consciousness and become nothing more than forces of nature; the earth, the ocean, the air/atmosphere... yknow, the basic elements

however there is One ye olden god that is very desperately clinging to what trace of individuality and consciousness it has left, and as it weaves in and out of consciousness it can influence the dreams of its descendants and it is trying to manipulate them into doing its bidding with the end goal of gaining a new body, as right now it’s basically just....... haunting the blood of its descendants. all of their blood. it’s in there snoozing!

[picsnstuf]

A while ago I made a webcomic called "The Element of Surprise. A while later I animated a music video based on my webcomic The Element of Surprise. A while after that I made gifs of some of the cuts of the music video and here we are.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Any songs going with your series?

yep. i'll just leave it at that

[gloryseized]

madefate asked:

we've got the element of surprise on our side. / chat @ ladybug!

Meme Tag-- @madefate

"You're right about that, kitty cat," Labybug murmured, half-inclined to scratch under his chin before she stopped herself. She knew he leaned into some of the more feline tendencies, and half of her enjoyed playing along with his antics, but the rest of her wanted to keep things friendly. And only friendly.

Besides, they had an akumatized victim to save.

Peeking over the rooftop, Labybug watched the masked figure below, apparently an accordion player who put people to sleep with their voice and music. She hadn't quite gotten the chance to hear what their story was as fortunately both she and Chat Noir had gotten their earplugs in before they got caught, their earbuds allowing them to communicate still. But the accordion player didn't know that.

A smile quirks the corner of her mouth. "The akuma is probably in the accordion. We just have to get close."

[flameyka]

minor pokemon sv spoilers, almost none

ok so today i beat Katy and i just thought wouldnt it be funny is she just jumped out of the olive from olive roll as you finish it. that would honestly be hilarious and so unexpected djskfjka

[100yearoldcomics]

July 4, 1922 $alesman $am by George "Swan" Swanson: "Sam Abides by the Law"

[ID: Sam stands in the middle of the road outside of Guzzlem & Howdy's Department Store, loudly yelling and brandishing a pistol in his right hand. Another sits in a holster on his left. Guzzlem stands on the corner of the sidewalk, watching in surprise. /end] Sam: Thought I was a quitter, eh Guzz? Afraid of th' Blackhanders, eh? Well, I'm not. I wrote and told 'em to meet me at the rock.

[ID: Sam crouches low to the ground, hiding behind the rock as he spies on the gang, assembled together beside it. /end] Sam: Now's my chance.

[ID: Sam jumps out from behind the rock, brandishing both pistols. The gang jumps up in fright, dropping their guns and putting their hands up in surrender. /end] Sam: Hands up, all of ya! Black Hander #1: Put those dern guns down, they might go off. Black Handers #2 & 3: We give up.

[ID: Sam stands with his hands on his hips, sternly lecturing the gang. /end] Sam: What if they do go off? They ain't loaded. You forget, this is the 4th of July and you're not allowed to use firearms. [ID: The gang jumps up and faints over backwards as one. /end]

[jenomong]

"Not gonna lie, we're doing pretty well already But yes, oh my doctor said There's a lot of room left to grow"

seonghwa, matz (2023)

[rmbunnie]

One of the most poignant things about tlt to me is the way that so many things that could have fulfilled Harrow were always so insanely close to her, but everything about her life on the ninth prevented her from ever connecting to people or being vulnerable in the way that she would have to be to even know that being fulfilled then and there was an option. That one convo Ortus and Harrow have in the dream river version of Canaan House after she realizes that its a false reality, and she's shown that everyone who could stay with her did stay behind to support her. When Ortus apologized to her for how everything ended up, and told her he should have understood more about the situation before. When she mentions how she couldn't trust that her perception was accurate to reality, and then he confides in her that long after his dad died in that ritual, he would hear him turning the doorknob outside the door and its not succumbing to madness it's just that extensive pressure shapes your mind sometimes. Like Canaan House is fake, but that is the real Ortus and the real Harrow and real tenderness that could have been expressed before one of them died if only. All the love Harrow or Gideon could have ever wanted, the other one wanted it too, and the only thing keeping them apart was the cumulation all of the tragedies that were ever part of their home and everything that ever resulted from them. And of course it's a main theme of the book that even if everything could have been fixed and wasn't, the love and understanding that could have fixed it and didn't can and should be expressed just for the sake of that love existing in the open, regardless of whether or not it can do tangible good anymore. And that's beautiful! but it still stings that Harrow spent all life since eleven fully convinced her perception of reality was irreversibly ruined, when one of TWO existing peers could have absolutely assuaged that if even just one thing was a little different.

[sofiaruelle]

I rewatched Sousou No Frieren in dub and my hand slipped.

[f1-birb]

lando for basically the entire first episode of grill the grid

[salsakiyoomi]

you know when oikawa’s lying.

there are many tell-tale signs, really — it's with the way he stutters when he begins speaking at first, the way he fiddles with his hands and looks at everything but your eyes, almost as if you’d see right through him if he met your gaze, the way the tips of his ears turn pink the moment he says something even remotely untrue — if it were any other person, they’d think he just lost his wits for a moment and now he’s stumbling over his words, but you know better than that, you've known him for far too long to know better than that.

also, he's just a really bad liar.

“tooru, i know you still didn’t pick a suit for prom.” you tell him bluntly, cutting off his rambling.

he stares at you for a moment before groaning and covering his face, “look! I'm helpless okay!”

an amused smile cracks its way at your lips as you watch him slump on the ground like a child, “i thought you and iwa went to pick out suits last thursday though?"

it's a late afternoon on a saturday and the two of you are sitting in his room, talking as he was sitting on the floor, doodling something on a paper and you were sitting on his bed, laying on your stomach as you swing your legs back and forth.

he stares up at the ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin as he spreads like a starfish on the floor, “yeah but there were too many options.”

you snort, “what do you mean too many options? It's literally the same black and white tuxedo for every guy out there.”

he shakes his head rolling on his side and he gets a slight view of you laying on the bed above him, “no, i wanna get something different, something nobody else is gonna wear.”

you laugh — tooru oikawa, as always, wanted to stand out within the crowd whether that be with a different tux or a taco suit, he always wanted to be different from everybody else. and it suited him really, he was always a stand off but it's not something you particularly minded.

“well, if it helps.” you begin, “i haven't picked out my dress yet, so we can get matching colors or something.”

at that, oikawa sits up excitedly, “seriously?”

you glance at him and laugh, “yeah, sure why not? it’d be fun.” you roll on your side to face him, “i can get like a black dress while you get a red suit or we can both get red — or or! we can do pink and green or yellow and blue, you know like complimentary color matches.’’

“fuck yeah.” he responds, grinning “but if we do pink and green, im wearing a pink suit — thats something surely no guy is gonna be wearing out there.”

you chuckle, “sure, green is a color i've never worn anyway.”

tooru oikawa has always wanted to stand out, but ever since the day you've met him, he has always stood out, without even trying, that's mainly the reason you've become friends with him — he has always had an attractive personality (and an attractive face, to be fairly honest) that always enticed you to know more about him, so the day you first met him and he invited you out for lunch, of course you couldn't say no.

“oh yeah, by the way,” you say, “have you gotten a prom date yet?”

oikawa shakes his head no, and waves his hand dismissively, “had a few ask me out, i said no.”

you scoff a laugh at the way he talks about the fact that he had girls asking him out so casually, as if its something that happens everyday — which you assume it actually does, given how popular he is at school.

“what about you?” he suddenly asks, and you can’t help but notice the way he chews at his bottom lips, almost as if nervous from what your answer could be.

you reply, “nope.” shaking your head and heaving a sigh, “can you imagine? not a single guy.” you wipe away a fake tear and the both of you laugh.

the moment passes, leaving an air of tranquility settling in behind it.

“i could change that, you know." oikawa murmurs quietly, you wouldn't have heard it if it weren't for the silence in the room.

you can't help but laugh, "seriously, tooru? you couldn't find a less cheesy way to ask me out?"

you can see a slight blush form on his cheeks, and he turns away from you, "shut up, i'm trying here."

but you don't shut up, you continue to laugh, and you move off the bed and next to him on the ground, as you continue to tease him, "i thought you were going out with iwa."

although his back is turned to you, you can tell that he's rolling his eyes at you right now, "that joke is getting so lame."

you chide, cackling, "c'mon, tooru."

a moment passes with him groaning at your banter and you laughing at the way he does so, trailing your hand up and down his arm in a butterfly touch with your fingertips to provoke him.

finally, he turns around to face you, you can see the way his bottom lip is slightly jutted out as a faint red paints his cheeks and his hand grabs your wrist, forcing your fingertips off his shoulder although he longs for your touch — he pins your hand beside your head, and he seems to tower above you a bit, staring down on you and he mutters, "look, i'm serious here."

you stare up at him, your eyes wide and unblinking and your heart beating a little too fast for your own liking and your face is warm and you can't tell if it's because he's too close or if it's because of the sunlight shining on your face.

"serious?" you utter, voice barely above a whisper.

he answers, "only if you say yes." he can't hide it anymore — can't hide the blush that blooms on his cheeks, can't hide the way his heart is beating so fast, the way it always beats so fast when he's around you and he can't help but feel the way the air gets so much hotter when it's just the two of you, like there are matches alight in the atmosphere, he can't hide his feelings for you, not anymore.

"fine, then." you finally say — it's not like you can deny him or yourself either, because you feel the same way and the air is so hot when it's just the two of you.

oikawa has always stood out to you, whether it be when he was in tux suit, or a taco one, or because his hair looked extra good after hair wash day, it didn't matter what it was because he always had something to show off, even without trying.

and now this time, when he's actually trying to show off, he presses his lips against yours in a firm kiss, and he moves them against yours as if it's second nature, like he's done this a thousand times before, and you assume he has but oh god, you taste so sweet and he can't help but notice how your lips fit so perfectly with his.

and to you, he has never stood out more.