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slowly-but-surely-stickylove · 1 year

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Hank Green is just a younger, more low-key version of Bill Nye and you can’t change my mind.

#Is Bill Nye dead??#I don’t think he is but I’m not sure…#Dinosaur videos

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thelooniemoonie · 3 months

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one sad side effect im now learning is that in higher education if you want to study with harder/more niche topics (and you're a visual learner) there's less videos talking about these topics so search engines have no idea what you're talking about anymore

#the moon speaks #i miss u bill nye #i know he's not dead i just miss having more resources than just....reading and memorization #basically hell for my ADHD. gee golly i wonder why my grades are so average

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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Batman: Let me get this right, you invaded the Justice League database so you could prove what?

Riddler: That you guys invented Atlantis and Aquaman is just a normal metahuman.

Batman: And how exactly did you convinced Poison Ivvy of being a distraction for this? The two of you are not in the best terms and I can't see she agreing with this plan.

Poison Ivvy: She is right here. And she also wanted to prove that Aquaman isn't real.

Batman: Look I really didn't want to bring the heavy violent interrogation tenicques. But there's no way I'm buying that excuse, so I'm giving you one last chance, why did you invade the Justice League database?

Poison Ivvy: You can torture us all you want Batman, we are talking the truth.

Riddler: Please don't torture us all you want, Batman. But yeah, we already told you the reason.

Batman: *grabing something from his utility belt* I warned you.

Riddler: Wait wait wait... Bill Nye doesn't believe in Aquaman.

Batman: What?

Riddler: Yes, Jon told us.

Batman: That makes no sense. How would Scarecrow even know that?

Poison Ivvy: His best friend told him.

Batman: Best Friend? Crane doesn't have friends... unless the Mad Hatter? Is he controlling you two?

Riddler: No, you moron, a girl called Velma Dinkley that he met in an Elvira parade or something, she personally knows Bill Nye.

Batman: That's just insane.

Riddler: And that's why I searched the internet for proof while Doctor Isley sended a fanmail to Bill himself asking about it.

Poison Ivvy: Nygma found a video from Nye's own security camera where he gives a very long explanation to a trick or treating kid about how Aquaman's existence is scientifically impossible and therefor he isn"t real. Not much after the response to my letter with the very same explanation came. I have it here with me. *even hurt and handcuffed to the Batmobile she makes a plant grow on the pavement and there is a letter inside it's leaves"

Riddler: And I have the video on my phone. I would show you, but I can't acess it while bounded upsidown with a broken rib!

Batman: I'll look it up. *thirty minutes later* I suppose you were right. I'll still have to take you to Arkham, but if I find any evidence of Aquaman not existing I'll send it to you.

Riddler: Oh, I thought Aquaman not being real was a ridiculous notion, detective?

Batman: That was before Bill Nye the science guy explained it. Now it is my duty to investigate Aquaman.

Poison Ivvy: Good. I hope you know Arkham won't keep us long. We will soon also be investigating it and it's better that we help each other, cause you won't want to go against me.

Riddler: Independent of your choice, we will find out the truth, Crussader, there's no puzzle I can't figure out. Also I want my phone back.

Poison Ivvy: And I want my letter. It's autographed!

#i will beat this dead horse of a joke soo much #i love making smart people dumb #they are all bill nye fans #happy halloween scooby doo #a small reference to velma dinkley and dr crane brotop supremacy #riddler #edward nygma #batman #bruce wayne #poison ivvy #pamela isley #bill nye #aquaman #bill nye is an aquaman denier #fictional conspiracy theory #you bet vic sage is on the aquaman deniers group #i consider that hhsd and batman the brave and the bold scooby doo are different universes and that's why batman doesn't know who velma is #same for riddler

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lovesick-lotuses · 1 year

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BILL NYE??

What the fuck did they do to you poor nye the science guy

LOW QUALITY MAN

#wtf #are you okay #bill nye #physics #science #school #i'm fucking dead #i fucking cackled #lol

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galactic-murmaider · 2 years

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Bland slipcases that’s just the “character’s face on a gradient background” kids movie covers I hate aside, truly glad that people are now recognizing that Happy Halloween Scooby Doo is a Halloween classic and cinematic masterpiece.

#the cult of cat boy bill nye #yeah it’s not dead! I can run two cults at the same time!#happy halloween scooby doo #hhsd #Scooby Doo #comfort movies #maxwell atoms #target

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that-trans-autistic-guy · 3 days

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DBD Incorrect Quotes? On This Blog? It's More Likely Than You Think

Charles: What are amphetamines? Niko: Drugs that can go on land and water. Charles: Ohhhh.

Edwin, making coffee: Rise and grind... Crystal: What are you grinding on? Cock? Edwin: Get OUT.

Jenny: Anyone d- Charles: Depressed? Edwin: Drained? Niko: Dumb? Crystal: Disliked? Jenny: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

Niko: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers! Jenny: Please, just say fuck.

Edwin: Charles is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life! Jenny: Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE!

The Cat King: Everyone has a right to their opinion. Charles: You should leave earth. There, that's mine.

Edwin: Has anyone seen Charles? Crystal: Hold on, I got this. *clears throat* Crystal: Bill Nye the science guy! Charles, crashing through the door: BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL

Charles: I am an expert at identifying birds. Niko: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Charles: Yeah, they're all birds.

Crystal: Thank you for not saying "I told you so." Edwin: When you’re as right as I am, you don’t have to say it.

Crystal: And what do I get out of this? Jenny: I will give you a dollar. Crystal: What do you think I am? A chump? I would never do it for a dollar! Jenny: How bout two dollars? Crystal: You got yourself a deal.

Charles: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Crystal, knocking on the door: Charles, open up! Charles: It all started when I was a kid. Crystal: That’s not what I- Edwin: Let them finish!

Charles, walking up to a dead body: First of all, big mood.

#dead boy detectives #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #incorrect quotes #jenny green

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bad268 · 3 months

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Out-of-Pocket (Pepe Marti X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (ily zep also happy race week!)

Warnings: none.

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 869

Summary: Out-of-pocket grid walks and podcasts

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

The first race of the season was one for the books. The energy was high, the excitement was through the roof, and all of the drivers were ready to get back to racing. As someone with a moto racing podcast, you were having a blast in the paddock. The plan was you were going to do a Martin Brundle-style grid walk, asking random questions to whatever drivers you could find.

“Jak!” You shouted, running up to your American friend who was walking with Ollie and Kimi. “Can I ask you guys questions for the pod?”

“Don’t say tyre deg,” Jak joked as the other two nodded.

“That's a tequila shot, Jak,” You laughed. “Anyway, I don’t have any on me so, Jak, hypothetically speaking, what would you do if you found a dead body in your hotel room?”

“That’s so random, but I would call my team, I guess?” Jak responded, confused about where the question came from.

“Good to hear you trust your team, sounds like you guys will have a good year,” You stated. “Does this mean you are getting along well with your new team?”

“Yeah, I love the team, and I think we’re gonna do well this year,” Jak beamed.

“Thank you, Jak. Now, Ollie,” You moved the microphone over to Ollie, “You hit me as the type of guy who needs beauty sleep.”

“Where is this going?” He laughed.

“Why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I’ve seen the LAP videos, and you don’t look very beautiful when you wake up,” You teased him.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” He gasped in disbelief, “As if anyone in your opinion looks good waking up unless they’re Pepe!”

“Hey, no need to call me out in my own podcast here!” You jokingly scolded. “I ask the questions. Now, why is it called ‘beauty sleep’ if you wake up looking like a hot mess? I need to know.”

“Maybe it’s not about physical beauty and more about mental beauty,” Ollie quipped. “Ever think of that?”

“No, I did not Aristotle,” You replied sarcastically. “Thank you for bestowing your great mind upon us, oh great one.”

“With pleasure,” Ollie jokingly bowed as he left to follow Jak.

“Kimi! The new man on the block! Tell me, how many pennies do you think would fit in your car?”

“At least five,” Kimi answered immediately and seriously.

“Fair point, thank you,” You replied just as seriously as you moved on to your next target, running after him. “Dennis, do fish drown?”

“NO!” He shouted, started by your sudden appearance. “No, I looked this up and drowning is inhaling water. Fish breathe water, so unless they stop moving and water blocks their gills, they can't drown, but they can suffocate on water.”

“Damn, thanks Bill Nye the science guy,” You said sarcastically as you moved on, beelining for one of your favorite F3 drivers to ask questions to. “Sebastian Montoya, I have a question for you.”

“I love these,” he said to himself before leaning into the microphone and shouting, “Hi Pod!”

“Don’t! I’m the star here,” You joked. “Anyway, if you punch yourself in the face and it hurts, are you weak or strong?”

“Neither, you’re gullible,” He answered.

“Oh, that's a dollar word, look at you go!” You chuckled as you moved on once again. This time you ran into a world champion. “Fernando! My favorite Spanish driver!” You shouted as you ran over to him but not before whispering into the mike, “Lies, Pepe is my favorite.”

“We all know Pepe is you’re favorite, no need to flatter me,” He laughed.

“Well, at least we’re all on the same page,” You dismissed. “In your opinion, what is the worst mode of transportation?”

“Roller skates,” He said after a moment. “The ones with the wheels in a line.”

“What do you have against roller blades, Nando?” You chuckled, genuinely curious.

“I just never learned how to ride them,” He laughed.

“Fair enough, thank you!” You said as you heard back to the Campos garage, knowing Pepe was probably finished with his interview by now. You saw him sitting on the couch in the driver’s room that he shares with Isack, scrolling through his phone. “And here we find the friend of the show, Pepe, in his natural habitat; hiding from everyone.”

“You do know I can hear you,” He chuckled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh shit, I thought he was deaf,” You whispered into the microphone, but still loud enough for him to hear. You moved into the room and sat beside him, leaning into his side. “I have a real question for you.”

“Something tells me it’s not a real question, but go on.”

“How does it feel to be in a relationship with the most out-of-pocket moto racing podcaster on the planet?”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world,” He replied as he placed a small kiss on the top of your head. “You should talk to Clement to get on Screaming Meals. I bet that would be the most chaotic episode ever.”

“Don’t give me any more ideas,” You groaned. “Also, I’m trying. James said no.”

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haircoveredwriter · 7 months

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Reunion Speculation

After analyzing the Book of Carol promo for the 100th time, I have a theory about how the Caryl reunion might go down in season 2.

To start off we know Carol is trapped inside a car swarmed by walkers until something splatters brain matter over the front windshield. Sadly her earlier seen travelling companion looks to be deader than dead in the rearview mirror, so we know it's not him coming to her aid. There is then a hand that touches the back of the car ... a fingerless glove wearing hand attached to a dark trench coat adorned arm ( I wonder WHO that could be? LOL)

In case my sarcasm is weak, I believe it's Daryl.

I think Carol and her dead compadre could be trapped in a car at Maison Mere. We saw in ep5 when all the people arrived to "celebrate", a large portion arrived in cars and I think it's safe to assume that when the bullets started flying and walkers running around free commenced, everyone didn't think to wait to retrieve their cars from the valet. Also Daryl, Fallou and co know where Maison Mere is -having just been there - and Genet may look to move operations to a more secure area as to not have them ruin dollar store Bill Nye's experiments.

**Season 2 filming spoiler** We've also seen a bunch of military vehicles with the Pouvoir logo driving up to and around the Louvre. Seems to be more secure to me.

Daryl & group could be heading back there as a pre-empt effort so the people at The Nest will be safe once Daryl leaves to go home or because there is important info/supplies left to grab. Either way, we know Daryl isn't the type to leave someone in need to die - and walkers clamoring at a car the way they are in the promo means something is alive in there. (It goes back to the early sesons of TWD, in 3x10 where Daryl chose to save a random family and baby on the bridge from walkers while Merle wanted to mug them for their supplies. Not to mention the most recent saving Laurent from being a beach party snack instead of getting on the boat to go home). He's the type of person to help "whoever" is in there, but he's about to get the shock of his life.

#caryl #caryl speculation #caryl positivity #carol peletier #daryl dixon #carol and daryl #twd spoilers #twd filming spoilers #carol loves daryl #daryl loves carol #the book of carol

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sga-owns-my-soul · 6 months

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hey I really like your fics and it's my birthday today! do you think you could write a little snippet where Rodney takes John to the symposium in brain storm instead and they're tag team bitchy 🥺🥺🥺 pretty pretty please 🥺🥺🥺

happy birthday!!!!! i hope you had an absolutely wonderful day and i apologize that this took so long! i hope you enjoy 🥰💜

"Rodney McKay?"

John immediately felt giddy when he recognized the voice as The Bill Nye. John turned in excitement to see him and Neil DeGrasse Tyson approaching, but his excitement dropped as soon as he saw the look on Rodney's face.

"We had it on good authority that you were... dead," Nye continued, and John suddenly understood why Rodney looked so bothered.

"Nope, he's actually very good at keeping himself and others alive. Been doing it for a few years now, even. Hi, Lt. Colonel John Sheppard," John said, and if he maybe looked a little bit scarier than he usually did when he introduced himself, well, he could hardly be blamed for that.

"Lt. Colonel? How do you know Rodney?" Tyson asked, looking surprised, and maybe a bit nervous, and that certainly made John feel a little smug.

"We work together," Rodney said quickly, glancing at John.

"You work with the U.S. military?" Nye questioned.

"Yeah it's uhh, it's-"

"Confidential. Pretty cool though," John answered in his casual drawl, smirking at Nye and Tyson. They exchanged a look.

"Right... Uhh, well... It was good to see you, McKay. And uhh, nice to meet you?" Tyson said, backing up a few steps before turning and pulling Nye back to whoever they were previously talking to.

"Thanks. That was... actually kind of bearable," Rodney said with a sigh of relief. John smiled at him.

"Come on, let's go get our seats early," John said, throwing an arm protectively around Rodney's shoulder as they made their way into the auditorium.

--

"That's- that's my bridge!" Rodney whispered harshly, and John clenched his teeth.

"I thought it looked familiar. It's the one you and Jeannie built, isn't it? John asked quietly. Rodney nodded as that Tunney guy continued spouting off how he was going to save the planet- and John almost scoffed, because Rodney had saved the planet- multiple times- and even he didn't feel the need to brag to everyone about it.

At least not this arrogantly.

"Okay, I've heard enough," John said, sliding out of his seat. Rodney followed on instinct.

"Where are we going?" Rodney whispered as they made their way through the seats. John turned back to answer when he was interrupted.

"Doctor McKay, leaving so soon?" Tunney called, and suddenly every face in the auditorium turned to John and Rodney. John's hand instinctively twitched for the gun he didn't have.

"Yeah, sorry, that's my fault. I forgot about some... important business we need to urgently take care of," John called back, his casual drawl masking the anger vibrating through him.

"Well, I'm sure it can wait until the presentation is over," Tunney shot back, a smug grin on his face. "I'm sure McKay would be fascinated by my discovery."

John clenched his fists as he glanced at Rodney, who was looking equal parts furious and embarrassed. He opened his mouth, and John shot him a look.

"Well, considering this work is shockingly similar to work he did with me and the U.S. military two years ago, I don't think it'll be that exciting to him. Thanks for the hospitality, but we need to go," John said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come on Rodney, we're leaving."

"You... you stood up for me," Rodney said when they got back into the lobby, and John was so busy looking for a phone it took him a second to process what Rodney said.

"Of course I stood up for you, that asshole was stealing your work. And he clearly isn't going to be able to prevent the issues we had last time with Rod, and I really don't need another alternate version of us showing up here of all places. We need to get to a phone so we can call the SGC, get this guy shut down." John was moving through the lobby again, looking for a landline, when he noticed Rodney was still just standing there. "What?"

"You didn't even hesitate. You just... thank you," Rodney said, and John was so taken back by the genuine sincerity he almost forgot about the matter at hand.

"Tell you what, if you help me find a phone so I can call Landry, you can make the announcement to everyone that Tunney is getting arrested for stealing top secret work that you came up with, okay? But we really need to call Landry before that machine gets started up."

Rodney beamed.

"I think I love you," Rodney said, like it was the most casual thing in the world, before pointing and leading John down the hallway to what must have been office space. Johns heart fluttered in response.

#okay not REALLY tag team bitchy #more john being bitchy on rodney's behalf #but #still good right?#anyways happy birthday!!!!#also this was the sweetest thing ever thank you 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹#genuinely hope you had an amazing birthday and got everything you wanted #ficlet #asks #mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #brainstorm #sga

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brisquad-unit-4402 · 2 months

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i just realized zander netherbrand has the most pottery class energy ever

this hit me harder than the asteroid making contact with jurard t rexford's father's face you need to listen to me

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, pet name (darling)

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i was thinking about how even though he's the sex appeal of avallum and tries to commit to the hot boy energy he's so soft! i don't know if gentle soul is a good way to put it, but he's so caring and sweet, and he really is the type of person that's sensitive to others' feelings. the sort that notices when someone is feeling "off" and tries to subtly improve their experience, or notices what makes things enjoyable so he can incorporate them more.

[bill nye voice] consider the following: zander in a tee so loose that when he leans over the wheel, it's impossible not to get an eyeful, starting at the defined collarbone that manages to stay hidden in his usual outfit while the rest of his cleavage certainly isn't unfamiliar.

or maybe none at all, so the slip that drenches his hands in dead dirt gray extends to his chest as well. splatters decorate his abs and the worn jeans he works in, top button undone and zipper gleaning over the beginnings of a tattoo.

it takes some time for him to notice you since he's so focused on the clay between his hands. he's hunched over, wing folded in concentration, only for the end to perk up as he sees you from the corner of his vision. and once he does, he gestures you over, ceramic between his fingers, then around yours as well as he guides you to the wheel.

either he holds your hands along the ceramic to shape it or he keeps you in place on his lap. or both. you fit so well wrapped around his arms. two spoons in a set. the slip along his chest is shocking cold at first but eases with his warmth, a slight and pleasing stickiness that blends with you the longer you stay.

zander’s movements aren’t forceful, but they are controlled. his hands cup yours as you strip excess clay from the piece, and rubs them tenderly when the dust starts to settle in the little lines in your skin. he offers wonderful guidance. whenever there’s a lull between the whirring of the wheel and the slapping of wet clay, he’ll whisper in your ear. “what else would you expect, darling, you’re at the perfect angle for my sweet nothings,” he’ll divulge, and his touch will rise up to your wrists, your forearms, tempted to roll your sleeves higher. “try squeezing just a little more… ah, that’s it. it’s very you.”

once you get comfortable working with the wheel he shifts in his seat. the watery clay along his abs spreads to your back. something along the worn jeans prods at you and you’re reminded the top button is undone, and all that’s left is a zipper, easy to down in seconds.

then he grasps at your hands again, wiping away the curls of excess clay from your fingers as you sculpt. “focus.”

it’s hard to follow the order considering the wet smack of clay, his heat treading along you as you sculpt, and the little room between your bodies, but a command is a command and you’re inclined to be obedient while he has you in his arms. the clay curves around your touch, melding into pillars and walls at your fingertips. the piece is starting to take shape now, but you still have a ways to go. at least you’re understanding why this is so relaxing to zander. it’s calm and satisfying.

save for the feathery kiss he presses along the shell of your ear.

you jolt. fluster rises to your cheeks but before you can turn around, zander tightens his hold on you, now fully embracing you. a hand travels around your waist while the breath on your ear freezes you in place. he shushes you with another peck, soft and sweet though you resist the urge to shudder. “i said to focus,” he repeats.

“fortunately, you didn’t leave any fingerprints on the clay after your little… outburst.” zander shifts again, pressing himself up close to your back in the hug. he rests his chin along your shoulder. the scent of the earthy clay melts with his cologne, an intoxicating blend, especially with his soft hair nestled along the base of your neck. “i think that deserves a reward for you, darling.”

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#zander netherbrand #zander netherbrand x reader #<- literally breaking my heart that isn’t a suggested tag </3 i need to change this #avallum #avallum x reader #first stage production en #4402 writes

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kadavernagh · 10 months

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You may recall I gave away books in the past. I have more that need new owners. My brother was misinformed and thought I would benefit from these.

Consider a Cave II: A Guide to Suitable Cave-living in Coastal Maine

Beyond the Autopsy Table: Cutting out all of your Rude Habits like a Dead Organ

What would Bill Nye do? Better Choices Than You Make

The Official Manual to Stop Making People Regret Meeting You

Just Imagine Them Dead: Visualizations for People who Hate People

Mime Monthly Magazine: The Silent Issue! Stop Talking, You Really Shouldn't

Regan I Swear to God, by Reilly Kavanagh

Please take them.

#starter

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obeymycok · 2 years

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MC’s Demon Form - Leviathan

Just to be clear, MC can use all their forms. This is just the one that the brothers first saw MC in. If you haven’t read the setup for these headcanons, as well as the pact headcanons that explain what’s happening here, I strongly recommend you do so (they will be linked below) Otherwise, on with the reactions!

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @waldeinsamkeit600 @simpinginthecorner

Pact Headcanons Setup

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“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

Leviathan...

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Lucifer

His pride doesn’t have time to hurt when Levi is dying to his left

In all seriousness though, he is very proud of his brother and hopes this boosts his confidence in himself

Makes sure you stay hydrated for shedding

Also will subtly reassure you if he can tell you’re getting upset

Mammon

A grump, of course

For a second, he almost sounds like the Avatar of Envy by how jealous he is

He gets over it quickly after much crying and explanation and he’s happy his little brother has something to be proud of

Also very informed on how to care for Levi’s demon form, so he wants to help in any way he can even if it’s not HIS form

Leviathan

A critical hit, instant K.O.

My guy has never felt pride before, but he understands Lucifer now

He’d be way too shy to ask but he DESPERATELY wants to help you maintain your form and maybe do it for him back so it’s like a bonding thing 🥺👉👈

He feels like he has something else to talk with you about now and he can’t miss this!

Satan

Pretty happy for Leviathan, he’s been wanting to help him build his self esteem and have him meet some of his friends/acquaintances

Bill Nye the fuckin Science Guy will not stop asking questions

In his defense though, HOW does a human now have the same abilities of a DEEP SEA demon hmm?

He means well though, so don’t be mean to him

Asmodeus

Good for Levi, he’s jealous but not as much as if he were to see Mammon’s form on you

His jealousy is very quickly overrun when he sees how his older brother’s back straightens, his head held higher, his voice more assertive

He’s too proud of Levi to be jealous🥺🥺😭😭🧡💖

Definitely adjusts your skincare routine to protect it from all the salt water, as well as any hair treatment you’d need💖💖

Beelzebub

In actual tears hugging Levi as he dies from kawaii

Everyone is just so happy for Levi but Beel is absolutely over the moon with excitement not only for Levi, but all his brothers supporting him🥺

Somebody get this man and me a tissue the brotherly love is too much😭✋

Hydration is key, and he is NOT letting you forget it; he will be annoying about it if you refuse

Belphegor

He’s got a lil smile but he isn’t being sappy or too involved

He’s happy for Levi tho, he’s just too tired to show it with the energy he has

Don’t tell anyone, but he’s been wanting to do some more cosplay anyway and he just KNOWS Levi’s gonna milk this whole transformation thing

Overall he’s happy for Levi but he’s also excited for when you all cosplay or go to a con together Belphie likes cosplay change my mind

#OBEY ME #obey me shall we date #obey me worldbuilding #obey me demon form #obey me demon brothers #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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emonydeborah · 7 months

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@justreckin made me think of young Una and the young Clark Kent parallels drew themselves

Our favorite regal Amazonian was once a lanky, awkward teenager. We know her homeworld wasn't built for her superstrength, but her house probably was. At least when she was little. Baby girl must have had a couple reinforced teething toys. And from then on she would have been taught always to hold back. Never even enter a situation where your abilities could be revealed.

But then she went to the Academy. She's here to start over, and let go of her past, and, unfortunately, do some physical training.

Una has never worked out with humans. She may not have ever worked out period; team sports probably weren't an option. AND FROM HERE comes a list of shenanigans:

After a two mile jog with her class, Una is not sore. Maybe if they had gone faster and longer, it would have taken a little effort. "Don't you ever sweat?" someone pants incredulously. Una looks at her classmates in varying states of exhaustion and drops to the ground. "My muscles," she groans. "Ow."

She is clearly not from Earth or a colony with strong ties to Earth. She doesn't get references and misses jokes. Some people are nice about it (like the equivalent of shouting BILL BILL BILL if your new friend mentions they've never seen Bill Nye the Science Guy). Others are not. Some jerk tries to jumpscare her and she freaks and "misses" when she punches at her target. jerk laughs and walks away. Una is covering a hole in the wall, conveniently the size of her fist.

Una smacks her computer when it isn't working and rips it off the wall. After a moment to panic, she walks away and claims no knowledge of the incident.

Team building exercises are awful the first few semester. Tug of war and running a log up a hill and the like. Una can just stand and hold the rope and not budge.

Once she learns "normal" human limits, though, those exercises are fun. Her team almost always wins.

One of her friends accidentally takes a bite of her doctored up dinner and spends the night rolling around in pain. "...I like things spicy." "Spicy? That was acidic! That burned off a layer of my esophagus!"

they are required to participate in a sport each semester. Track is best, once Una learns how to look like she's in pain. She's consistently second or third, despite the coach's firm belief that she could do better.

Wrestling and martial arts are the worst. They learn martial arts all through the Academy, and Una has to apologize for several bruises and a few broken bones. One guy is dumb enough to make her angry before fighting her. He's in the infirmary for a week. Una manages to pass it off as a slippery floor.

Baseball isn't quite dead, and it's another learning curve to find out that humans cannot, in fact, hit the ball out of the stadium nine times out of ten. Una breaks a few bats and has a terrible time hiding them.

she bends a few utensils, and those are fun to hide, too.

Una opens a hatch in a training simulation, and a full inspection is done on the hatch to find out how it got so loose.

Una flicks a pebble and breaks a window.

she's struggling with a fitted sheet and it straight up. disintegrates.

Una gets frustrated with a glitchy door panel and Pelia gets a completely hypothetical question about how to fix door panels.

(also, if Una really was this awkward, Pelia definitely knew her secret. She does not care. She thinks it's funny.)

if we want to get angsty, there's an accident. No one should have survived the explosion, least of all Cadet Chin Riley, who threw herself over the exploding comm panel and suffered horrific burns. The other cadets remember someone carrying them out. they couldn't see who. There's no way it was Una, who was found several yards away, where the explosion threw her.

Una is still Una, and it doesn't take her long to adapt and master herself. But for the first few semesters, I can picture awkward Una breaking things.

#snw #una chin riley #strange new worlds #baby una #loml

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truebluehue · 6 months

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Fall Surprises

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It was unexpected. The random cornucopia filled with fake pumpkins and squash. Jake never thought that any of the scientists would decorate for holidays, especially an earth one. So he shrugged it off as a newbie with homesickness. But then more popped up. A vase of fake sunflowers and chrysanthemum, a different cornucopia this time filled with fake pine cones, cinnamon and more squash. So of course he has to ask Augustine about it.

“So,” Jake starts as he wheels to the link pod, Augustine calibrating his unit to run as smoothly as possible. Ever since his run in with the Navi, Jake’s been building some trust to get Augustine back in. Once he delivered the news, Augustine was excited to finally get a chance to see the Omaticaya. “Who’s leaving all the decorations around?” Jake asks, already moving to open the pod, ready to feel the freedom only Pandora could give.

“Tech engineer. She started it one year as a joke and it's been stuck since.” Augustine gestures to him, no longer offering to help. “The part that always remains the same is that no one can catch her. We know who it is but she’s never caught. Y/n is actually the one who keeps these things going. Now let’s get moving. The Omaticaya are always on the move.” And that was the end of that.

It took another week, a bunch more flowers, and the new addition of tiny turkeys in random places before he finally got to put a face to the mysterious decorator. Jake’s used to waking up early, thanks to the military, so he’s glad he did when he made his way to Augustine earlier than usual. She’s swearing up a storm about his link pod being faulty thanks to a broken fuse. He must have come at the tail end of the lash out as Augustine lights a cigarette. “Fuse blown huh?” Jake says with a smirk and then he looks down, seeing a pair of legs under his usual link pod.

You shake your head, head swimming already at the amount of things that could go wrong. Damn pod’s electroencephalogram was completely fried, don't know how Grace even kept this thing running. “Sorry Augustine. Gotta look for the part in the big warehouse. Hopefully it's been cataloged but I doubt it.” You call out as you stand up and look at Jake. “You must be the hot shot who got in with the Omaticaya. Name’s Y/n.” You hold out your hand.

Well I’ll be damned. Jake has seen his fair share of breathtaking people back on earth, but you. You were dropped dead gorgeous. Jake lets an easy smile fall onto his face, might as well shoot his shot. “Nice to finally put a face to the person decorating. Name’s Jake, hot stuff.” Jake shakes your hand, not at all surprised by the quite firm grip on his hand.

You let out a chuckle. “How can you be so sure?” You drop his hand. “I’ll go see about the part. Grace. Jake.” And with that you walk away, already typing away on a tablet. Hot stuff, huh? You smile, planning away.

Jake was tired. The Colonel in one ear. Grace and the Omaticaya in one. Half of his brain wanted his legs back, the other wanting to roam on a significantly taller set of legs. Power or freedom. The never ending battle. Jake sighs as he enters his room, ready to at least get a couple hours of sleep. Though he doubts it. Ever since he came to Pandora he feels as if he left one war and jumped into another. From defending governmental assets, dealing with the aftermath of being deemed useless by the government, to grieving for his brother's death by under-dealing with a militarized Bill Nye wet dream. Hooah, am I right.

Jake gets ready for bed, the earlier difficulties of changing made easier by time. He goes to wash his face when he’s stopped. Now I would remember leaving that taped up. Pulling the note down, Jake is quick to open and read. Mouth agape he opens his bathroom door, a machine printed Flor de Mayo flower on his counter. “Well I’ll be damned.”

So a marine, huh?

Wasn’t sure if I had any flowers from there so I made this one from scratch. I’ll be ready at 7 on Friday.

Hot Stuff There were oil spots on the bottom corner and it was crinkled, but Jake held it like it was a winning lottery ticket. Jake touches the pink and white paint of the flower. Wasn’t expecting to be the one asked on a date. But he’s sure as hell gonna take it. Who woulda thought I liked flowers.

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Flor de mayo is the national Venezuelan flower. Men deserve flowers.

Hope you enjoyed. :)

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar james cameron #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 x reader #jake x reader #jake sully fanfiction #avatar jake #james cameron avatar #j

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fnafsbheadcanon · 6 months

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Roxy: Why did they made you the leader? I am ten times better and popular than you. So I should be replacing Freddy since he’s dead.

Monty: First of all I don’t know why the company choose me to replace Freddy and secondly (the camera zooms out to show Monty drawing on Freddy face.) Freddy is hibernating, he’s not dead.

Roxy: He’s temporarily dead it’s the same thing.

Monty: No is not.

Bill Nye appearing out of nowhere: THAT NOT HOW SCIENCE WORKS

Roxanne: oh shit it bill Nye.

#fnaf security breach #fnaf headconons #fnaf roxxane #fnaf monty gator #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons

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tricornonthecob · 6 months

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Ow my back

Felicity Steals An Entire Fucking Horse: The Movie (2005)

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 pt9

Man did they spray that pony with fake sweat.

Have you considered: the racehorse is not used to carts or getting yelled at by drunkards.

You know who this guy reminds me of?

Five-Below version of British Man typecast as Grumpy British Man in every single BBC period drama from 1980 onward.

small human, please do not run towards the skittish 1,500 lb creature with sledgehammers for hands.

"Drag his ass, Penny!"

Felicity is ready to throw hands, she should have been a lady pugilist.

Ben: "stfu Felicity!!!!"

Ben: "no kill the delivery boy pls."

I mean, we get that you're dehydrated, day drunk, possibly heat stroked, and inappropriately mourning your dead wife due to the cruel restrictions of the patriarchy, but yes, Jiggy Nye, that's generally how these transactions work.