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vanpalmr · 1 year
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YELLOWJACKETS 1.06 - Saints | 2.06 - Qui
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benetnvsch · 4 months
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meows
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shivroy · 8 months
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future shiv
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thosewildcharms · 1 month
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Any personal headcanons on Rick and Michonne as a couple? Like their favorite things about the other, what they argue about, love languages ect. lol they’ve set up camp in my brain and I just want more of them 🙇🏻‍♀️
this is so funny because i've been thinking about their love languages ever since danai did that interview with YNB after 1x04! yvette said rick's is words of affirmation and michonne's is acts of services, and I definitely agree but I also think they display pretty much all of them, and quite a bit? rick is obviously into giving gifts and loves quality time (family fun day, begging her to spend just a few more days on the road in 7x12) and to say they both love physical touch is an understatement. this gorgeous gifset highlights it all beautifully.
anyway, some headcanons~
I really don't think they argue about much? they are very in sync most of the time. historically their big arguments are about how to handle major threats (negan, the crm, rick's PTSD) and since nothing bad is ever happening to them ever again because I said so there's no need to fight about those things anymore
michonne's favorite things about rick are how affectionate he is with his family, his strength, his accent, and his hair
rick's favorite thing about michonne is everything
i actually think they talk about books a lot. they're both nerdy as hell in different ways and love that about each other
michonne likes to cook and is very experimental while rick likes to bake (mostly secret family pie recipes) and they love feeding each other and their kids
michonne absentmindedly sings and does little dances when she's doing things around the house and rick stops whatever he's doing to lean against the wall and watch her and smile
that scene we saw in 9x01 where they cuddle up in bed and unpack their day was a ritual they started way back at the prison, even though back then it was obviously platonic (we do actually see them talking when everyone else is asleep several times throughout twd). they would linger and chat before heading to their respective cells at night. in the six years michonne spent without rick, she continued the tradition herself, talking to him out loud alone in their bedroom
rick DEFINITELY teases michonne about being oblivious to his feelings for her before The Couch
michonne hits back by teasing him about Whatever the Fuck He Was Doing With Jessie 💀
you didn't ask for grimes family headcanons but:
after they got home, michonne has a moment like that scene at the end of kill bill vol 2 and has a near silent hysterical laugh-cry of relief by herself in the bathroom before calmly walking back out to join her family. only rick notices
rick on the other hand is afraid to let any of them out of his sight. he spends the first six months he's back home being a total insomniac watching the three of them sleep because he's afraid if he closes his eyes he'll wake up alone back at the CRM
antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY
his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad
rick and michonne do have an actual wedding ceremony, but it's just for them, judith and rj.
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honeybard · 2 months
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the fact that Grix is possibly about to be destroyed and presumably Jace Stardiamond is gonna take over Aguefort Academy makes me very suspicious of him, especially considering I don't think they ever addressed why he was seen talking to Kalina and Arianwen by Ragh (who was blackmailed into never telling anyone about it!)
Doreen said "don't trust the faculty"... maybe that's not something that should have been dismissed so quickly after they found Kalvaxis out
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yardsards · 1 year
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writers who are like "we have to subvert all expectations or else the story is too predictable and not marketable or whatever" are extra silly to me because like. have you SEEN how excited fandoms get when a popular fan theory is confirmed canon?
i'm currently thinking about the adventure zone fandom with the "taako has a twin" theory. i wasn't super active in the fandom at the time (iirc i started listening around suffering game or maybe 11th hour and had just recently caught up) but i remember when it was just a popular fan theory alongside "angus is a dragon" type theories. and just how excited everyone got when not only was the theory confirmed, but she got officially introduced and was an amazing character from the get-go
this has happened with other fandoms i've been in, too. like steven universe with the "garnet is a fusion" and "rose quartz is pink diamond" theories, or the owl house with the "emperor belos is phillip wittebane" and "hunter is a grimwalker" theories
fans love when their hard work analyzing stuff pays off
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laundrybiscuits · 8 months
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(soulmates AU: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)
When Eddie Munson was almost fifteen, his soulmark showed up overnight.
Oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh god he’d thought in a loop, horrified eyes stuck on a wrist thrust as far away from himself as his gangly limbs could manage. 
All year, the hope had been growing and growing in him that he’d dodged a bullet. Turns out it was just a little slow.
Because, see, when Eddie Munson was almost eight, he asked his mom why can’t we just go away somewhere, like—like, just us, and Sarah Munson kissed his head and said your daddy’s my soulmate, baby. It’s gonna be okay.
And then because he was a little shit who routinely broke his mom’s heart, he tore himself out of her arms and yelled if you loved me he wouldn’t be your soulmate, which didn’t even make sense to himself at any point, he’d just been hopping mad with nowhere to put it except a woman who had only ever done her best to love him. 
He didn’t blame her at all when he got sent to live with Wayne, pretty soon after that. Not, like, the next morning or even the next month, but close enough that when he got told he was going, it all sort of made sense in his eight-year-old mind. It all connected.
When his fourteenth birthday came and went without the heavy hand of destiny landing on his wrist, he’d slowly started to relax. He’d gotten all wound up worrying about it, the whole year he was twelve, concocting increasingly elaborate scenarios in his mind: a popular girl who would sneer resentfully at him for the rest of their lives, or maybe some bizarro girl version of Eddie who would hate him even more.
Sometimes, guiltily, he’d wondered what would happen if it wasn’t a girl’s name at all. He’d never even heard of anything like that happening, but he’d been starting to get the feeling that if there was ever going to be a freak of nature like that, it just might be him. 
As much as the thought of getting chained to a girl for life was starting to make him feel like running and hiding and clawing off all his skin, the thought of getting a name that wasn’t a girl’s name—that would be so much worse. Sure, he couldn’t picture any girl who’d be pleased to have his name on her, but some guy who had to bear Eddie’s chicken-scratch scrawled across his wrist like the mark of Cain? He’s pretty sure people have gotten put in the ground for less. The week before he turned thirteen, he had three nightmares in a row about it. 
Maybe it should’ve been some kind of relief to see SANDY FOWLER, who could be a girl but honestly probably wasn’t, someone he hadn't even ever met and couldn’t guess anything about. A reprieve from having to know for sure either way: as close to a blank canvas as anyone like him could get. A million-to-one shot. Instead, he'd just felt the fear in his gut curdle and turn to a cold kind of fury.
Fuck this, he’d thought, and reached for the beat-up Bic on his bedside table.
———
People get real weird about it, especially once he gets it covered up all the way instead of just stabbing ink into his skin any which way, driven by nauseous determination to fuck it up any way he could. 
When Wayne had come home that day and seen Eddie on the bathroom floor, covered in blood and ink and the snotty tears he couldn’t hold back after a while, he'd yelled at Eddie for the first time in Eddie’s life. 
He hadn't kicked Eddie out afterwards, though Eddie’d still slept with his backpack tucked under his bed for weeks, just in case. Instead, Wayne had asked around awkwardly, and one of his old trucking buddies had known a guy called Frank out in Ohio who ran a side business for desperate folks. 
Frank had made some kind of face when he saw what Eddie had done; nodded at Wayne and said, "You did good bringing him here."
Wayne had just nodded back in that taciturn way he got around strangers sometimes, and helped Eddie up into the chair. 
He'd gone back one more time when he was eighteen, just to get it patched up and smoothed out again. Frank hadn't recognized him at first with his fresh new metalhead look and the way he'd been shooting up like a weed. They'd joked about covering his whole arm eventually, and Eddie thought maybe it wouldn't even be a joke in another few years. He's not in a rush. He feels a kind of vicious, candy-sweet relief when he looks at his arm now, so everything else is just a bonus. 
But yeah, people do get real weird about it. He’s pretty sure some of them think he never had any kind of name under there, that he’s just a poser who wants to act all badass like he’s rejecting something he never had, but the joke’s on them because Eddie really fucking wishes that were the case. The ones who do think he has a name probably think it’s covered in Sharpie or something, like Eddie gets up early every single morning to reapply the felt-tip for shock value. 
It’s not a huge shock when Steve Harrington gets a little squeamish about the whole thing. It’s maybe a little surprising that Steve hasn’t heard the rumors about it already, but he guesses they’ve moved in pretty different circles. 
Every time they’re in the same room now, Eddie’s got a mental timer ticking away until Steve’s eyes drop down to his wrist. He’s pretty sure Steve doesn’t even know it’s happening, most of the time. 
Of course he knows about the Nancy Wheeler thing. Everyone fucking knows about the Nancy Wheeler thing. Steve hadn’t been shy about it at any point; it’s not all that common to meet your soulmate real young, so it had been pretty big news in the halls of Hawkins High. It was bigger news when Wheeler dumped him very publicly and, it seemed, very permanently. 
Eddie hadn’t cared so much until that point. Sure, it was a little unusual, but who gave a rat’s ass? You could see that kind of thing in any insipidly brainless rom-com you liked. The break-up, though. He’d never have guessed that Wheeler had the big brass balls to pull that kind of thing. And shacking up with creepy weirdo Jonathan Byers like that—there had to be some real juicy story there. He’d even heard some of the adults around Hawkins talking about it, like it was actual news or something. 
The whole thing makes a lot more sense when Nancy finally gets around to telling him about it. He’s kind of a captive audience at first, just blearily nodding along as she perches on the chair by his hospital bed and nervously, haltingly fills the silence when he’s too hazy to contribute much to the conversation. 
She ends up telling him a lot of stuff that he’s not a hundred percent sure she meant to say, or at least he’s not a hundred percent sure she meant to say it to someone who’d actually hear her.
“I liked him,” she says. “I did. I’m positive. I wasn’t being forced into it, or anything like that. I liked him so much. I wasn’t…I wasn’t lying when I said I loved him.”
Eddie’s only mostly awake at that point, but he sees her press the heel of her palm into her eyes and take a deep breath. “I wasn’t lying. Not on purpose. God, I don’t know. Maybe I was lying. I didn’t think I was when I said it, anyway, and that’s—that must count for something, right?” 
She laughs a little. “You’re not even awake, and I’m having a complete breakdown at you.”
With a truly herculean effort, Eddie rouses himself to make some kind of acknowledging noise. 
She flinches a little in her chair, so she really must’ve thought he was out. “Oh! Eddie, um—are you okay? Do you need anything?” 
“S’okay,” he manages. “You can—keep talking. If you want.”
Nancy pauses and looks at him, pursing her mouth in that prissy, thoughtful way. “Okay,” she says at last. “I will.”
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ambagel · 17 days
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Wait hold on, in his anniversary video Barbatos mentions the mc being the brother's attendant?
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But in the other videos, it's implied that they don't remember the mc leaving (which is actually something im very disappointed about and really hope isnt the case in the actual story)
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In these two specifically, it seems like they aren't aware of the mc's presence in the past/alternate timeline/whatever it is. The only other person who seems like they know is Lucifer
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Which also lines up with the end of lesson 40, where he's the only one who says welcome back? So like?? Do only him and Barbatos know? Did they not tell anyone?? Diavolo would probably know as well but I haven't seen anything to show that yet. Anyways I don't really like where this is going, I would really prefer they not make everyone forget the mc disappeared
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Making angst for a silly goofy fandom like tf2 is so hard because they've never been put into serious situations so everytime I write something is like:
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fishsfailureson · 2 months
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New dinosaur dropped a couple days ago
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sparky-is-spiders · 8 months
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I can accept basically any trans/nb reading of Jon however my personal favorites are transmasc Jon who transitioned physically and socially as early as possible and just never mentioned it to anyone cause it wasn't any of their business OR Jon being the most repressed transfem/nb in existence. They'll be talking about gender or whatever and Jon will be like "it's normal to feel totally disconnected from your gender all the time and also vaguely want boobs. That's just a guy thing I think." only for whoever they're all talking to to go "wtf no?? It's not????"
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automatonknight · 9 months
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^doodles of the guy (and some other things) i was talking about his name is victor he goes by any pronouns, there's also @igamer12 's wizard in here (long hair and round glasses). more info about viccy under the cut i guess
also erm. i know dogshit about adventure time, which vic is an oc for but whatever <Cain's idea so complain to it /joking. coming back on track, she's a living suit of armor that's also a cowboy that's also a sand wizard. their hobbies include lying for fun which i think is quite nicely captured in half the drawings i did. it also goes by like fifty different names, but the, so to speak, official one is victor (it doesn't mind diminutives or how you spell it). really doesn't use magic that often, prefers the sword, which is named big iron. also has a skeleton horse called sugarcube but i haven't really drawn that
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gothmiqote · 1 month
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kiitkattie · 1 year
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been on an atla kick so have some writing wips* of an ozai au because no one is born evil 
“It's your fault she’s dead!” bellows Azulon as he smacks his second-born across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. Ozai struggles to hold back his tears as he stares at the cobblestones and the blood that drips from his mouth.
“I’m doing this for your own good.” his father whispers in his ear as he oh-so-carefully lights a flame on his fingertip, bringing it to his son’s arm. Ozai whimpers, but otherwise doesn't make a sound because he knows that if he does, his father will make it last longer.
“What is wrong with that child?” gossips a servant to another. “He’ll be a monster, mark my words.” Ozai moves faster, stomping his way to the garden, careful to keep his tears hidden as he passes.
“I don’t have time to play.” says Iroh, indifferent to the way his brother attempts to garner his attention. Ozai straightens despite the pain, shifting his sleeves to cover the burns. “Of course, Brother.”
“Don’t worry,” his mother croons in his dreams, her face shifting, cold oh-so-cold, into a sickening and twisted smile, “I’ll always be here to see you fail.” She holds his face with clawed fingers, digging them in until he wakes with a gasp, tears falling soundlessly from his eyes.
“Ozai, please, stop!” Ursa cries, struggling to sit up from where she lays, cradling a small infant whose breath stutters and stutters. “He’s your son!” He glances at the door, wondering if his father stands there, seeing his son’s weakness and by extension, his own.
“Please,” cries Zuko, looking up at him with tear-filled pale-gold eyes, “I am your loyal son!” His son’s voice grates his ears, sounding too much like his own. If he is to survive, he must be stronger, better than this. “Rise and fight, Prince Zuko!”
“You can’t treat me like this!” Azula speaks as if she’s about to cry. “You can’t treat me like Zuko!” He refuses to turn to face his daughter, to see the tears he knows must be in her eyes. He knows, deep down, that he’s afraid that he will falter if he does.
“I took away your firebending,” states the Avatar, uncaring of how Ozai’s chest heaves with pain. “You can't use it to hurt or threaten anyone else ever again.” Not for the last time, Ozai feels like crying because he knows it's true. The warmth of his Inner Fire is gone, never able to comfort him again.
“Why?” asks his brother, his face shadowed by the flickering light of Ozai’s prison cell. Ozai cannot stop the hysterical bitter laugh that leaves him at the word. “Don’t pretend to care why, Brother. No one ever has.” 
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i am a sad wet cat sitting outside the genshin writing room wailing for a proper diluc event and/or story/archon quest
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tearsofperseides · 8 months
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Did we all forget that Taika threw a hissy fit (affectionate) over Kate Bush being in Stranger Things and at the time no one understood why?
Are we sure that the "Kate Bush song" that's announced in OFMD isn't Running Up That Hill??
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