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redeliminator · 22 days
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there is something so heartbreaking about andre's gaze in the car scene with his dad, the one on the prom night. it's so.... full of everything and completely empty at the same time, if you know what I mean. he never looks at his dad. his eyes are all over the place. i knows he's driving so it's partially justified, but it persists even when he seems to be just waiting at the traffic lights. out of all the days, his dad chose the evening not even 2 days before the massacre to tell his son that he was proud of him, something he apparently had never done before. but the message never got through. it hit an invisible wall between them and it wasn't strong enough to tear it down. it was simply too late.
I can't help but think that to some extent, Andre feels sorry in that scene. not enough to back out, not enough for it to give him any hope, but he knows that this man right next to him will be thrown straight into the deepest pits of hell in just two days. and that man is proud of him.
but most of all, he feels sorry for himself.
maybe it's one of the moments when it gets to him how everything could have been so different, so casual. an ordinary life. but it's not. it could never be him. and he knows this.
but here he is, listening to his dad offering this grand gesture to help him pay off his car. little did he know his son didn't give a fuck about paying off a car. it's all so trivial compared to what was in store for both the father and the son.
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copperpipes · 8 months
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Who's got the skill issue now, dear brother?
He just mad he ain't slaying like they are
Inktober 2023! But its tmnt, day 6: golden ✨
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I got them one with faces too
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thepictureofjune · 2 months
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Nolin Color Theory Pt. 4
— Folge 1056 von beiden Seiten
Eine Orange im Regenmantel (1056):
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An Colins letzten Tag am Einstein sehen wir ihn in einem ziemlich bunten Outfit. In erster Linie lässt sich das auch ganz gut damit verbinden, dass er zu Julia fährt, denn Julia ist ja auch irgendwie für ihre farbenfrohe Kleidung bekannt und nach Colins ganzer Misere bis hierher hat er nun endlich wieder etwas, auf das er sich freuen kann. Orange steht in der Symbolik auch für Optimismus und Glück. Obwohl Colin schweren Herzens das Einstein verlässt, tut er dies mit dem Optimismus, dass es ihm in Köln eventuell bald wieder besser gehen wird. 
(little fact: Die Orangen Frucht steht symbolisch wohl für ferne Ziele, sowie für Erneuerung und Wiedergeburt - also: Colin kann in Köln einen Neuanfang starten) 
Warum die Regenmäntel?
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Vielleicht gehts nur mir so, aber ich habe auf jeden Fall keinen Regen in dieser Szene erkannt, also gabs eigentlich auch keinen Grund für die Regenmäntel, aber da sie dennoch da sind, können wir sie ja immerhin analysieren. 
Colin trägt über seiner optimistischen Kleidung einen blauen Regenmantel, als er die Treppe runter geht und sich von allen verabschieden muss. Denn dafür steht Blau nämlich auch; für den Abschied und die Trauer, welcher dieser mit sich bringt. Trotz Optimismus und baldigem Neubeginn muss Colin nämlich immerhin noch einiges hinter sich lassen. (Seine Freunde, Noah, etc..) 
Doch Colin ist nicht der einzige im Regenmantel! Denn wir sehen eine Menge an Charakteren in verschiedenen farbigen Mänteln und dabei ist es ganz egal, welcher Charakter welche Farbe trägt, denn es geht um die Farben im Generellen. 
Folgende Farben der Regenmäntel: ein ruhiges Blau, ein sehr tiefes Rot und ein intensives Pink. 
Lemme just:
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Noah sucht Ruhe und Gelassenheit bei Colin in Blau. Colin küsst Noah in rot. Noah und Colin starren die Wand an in Blau, Pink und Lila.
Noah selbst verabschiedet sich nicht von Colin, doch wohl die intensivsten Erinnerungen, die mit ihm verbunden sind, übernehmen das für ihn. 
(Another fact: Blau, Rot und Weiß stehen nebeneinander gegenüber von Pink. Bei der Mischung von Blau, Rot und Weiß sollte sich ungefähr Pink ergeben. Pink steht für Liebe und Romantik, beides Dinge, die Colins Zeit am Einstein, sowohl mit Noah, als auch damals mit Julia ausgemacht haben.) 
Noah and that one sweater he always wears in important happy scenes with that one guy he definitely isn't in love with (1056):
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Es ist Colins letzter Tag und Noah scheint das absolut nicht zu interessieren und trotzdem zieht er welchen Pulli an? Genau. Den Pulli den wir das erste Mal in 1035, als Noah sich das erste Mal zu Colin ans Bett setzt und ihn fragt, ob sie denn doch noch einen Film zusammen schauen wollen. Es ist auch der Pulli, den Noah anhat, während die beiden gemeinsam die Wand anstarren. 
Es ist also ein Pulli, den wir relativ oft in Verbindung zu schönen Momenten mit Colin gesehen haben, und jetzt trägt Noah ihn an dessen letztem Tag? Zufall? I doubt it. 
Es ist dieser Pulli, in dem sich Noah später in Colins Bett legt und weint, weil er soeben seinen besten Freund verloren hat und er es noch nicht einmal über sich gebracht hat, sich von ihm zu verabschieden. 
Der Pulli, der zu Beginn ihrer Freundschaft getragen wurde, wird nun am Ende dieser wieder einmal getragen. Und obwohl er mit den besten Momenten zwischen den beiden verbunden ist, wird er nun wohl im traurigsten gesehen.
Die Verbindung beider Farben und Szenen:
Colin bereitet sich auf einen Neuanfang vor, Noah denkt an die Vergangenheit. Colin ist jetzt vermutlich endlich bereit loszulassen, hat endlich verstanden, dass Noah wohl doch nichts von ihm will und selbst wenn, würde er das sowieso nie zugeben. 
Noah hingegen vermisst den einzigen Freund, den er bis dahin am Einstein hatte. Er vermisst, was auch immer da zwischen ihm und Colin war. Noah hält fest, Colin lässt los.
— june. 🪐
(dunno why i keep signing these off but we did it the first three, now we keep going)
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den-ai-d · 1 year
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Oh nOOOooooOOO, Jack in the Box CEO, Jack Box, is stuck! Can anyone give the poor guy a hand???😢
Also, what is a CEO doing in a laundromat??? To get into these kinds of situations of course! 😤
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aziraphalalala · 9 months
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You know that feeling when you wake up, drenched in cold sweat, at 2am, and your brain screeches ”’A group of the two us’?SERIOUSLY????”
yeah, me neither
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babe-in-red · 1 month
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They say love is dead.
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fizzlewick · 10 months
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the devil's resting place / chapter two / read on ao3
Aesop’s eyes drifted back down to the poster. In the finer print below her face, the Marshals used a few blunt words to express their intent.  ’The guilty party is considered highly dangerous, morally disturbed, and insane. For these reasons, should the guilty party be killed while resisting detainment, the U.S. Marshals will pay the rewards above upon proof of death and pardoned.’ 
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itsdaddyoclock · 3 months
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woohoo! I’m alive people!! and I have some news…🤭
do you remember the teacher I briefly mentioned here? the one that was supposed to be just an innocent father-figure-type attachment? yeah well he’s a full blown tc right now🙃
I'm going to refer to him as G and you'll probably hear about him quite a bit, because he's...well let's say cheeky🙈
I'm still into S and things are going quite well, so don't worry!!🤍
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bewires · 1 year
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Penny Benjamin, Amelia Benjamin Additional Tags: 5 Times, POV Outsider, Secret Marriage, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Implied/Referenced Phoenix/Bob/Coyote, Tags will be updated as needed, 5 Things in that each chapter will be a different POV but I haven't decided how many I will do yet, Don't Ask Don't Tell Series: Part 2 of change me at all costs (starlight and star-crossed) Summary:
“Wait, there was an actual proposal?” Javy asks. “Wow, I didn’t think…”
Bradley glares at him. “Seriously? Did you people imagine we just tripped and fell through the wrong door in city hall?”
“I thought maybe you went to Vegas,” Fritz pipes up.
“I’m still not convinced it’s not a tax scam,” Bob adds.
“Now that you bring it up,” Jake says thoughtfully, “he did mention the tax breaks when he proposed.”
Or, X times someone else observed Jake and Bradley as a married couple and tried to understand how exactly that happened.
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bigshot-furbiestm · 11 months
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when the skroble domble
when the skrimble gomble
the scooky dookey
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aimichael · 10 months
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Chapter 1, page 5
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farrawayfromthere · 1 year
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Be Sweet
Pairing: Kathryn Janeway x Seven of Nine
Summary: Seven follows Janeway through a wormhole.
Written based on @hauntedmoonchaos J7 May prompt: ‘Honey’.
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tulu-xuanwu · 2 years
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A good lesson for everyone. If you want your kidnapping to go well, don't hire from the same company that provides people for infomercials.
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Also, the best relationship advice comes from this show. Do you have someone you like? Well…
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kijobaby · 2 years
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Series: One Punch Man
Ship: Pre-Kijo x Garou
Words: idk I'm on mobile lol
Meeting Garou part 2, bc I'm in a stupid amount of pain and needed to distract myself :")
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Sleep evaded Kijo. She could take a fistful of sleeping pills and still spend hours staring up at the ceiling, pleading with her mind to slow down just long enough to let her drift to sleep. She often wondered if begging for rest was what made it evade her. Like some sort of ironic, sick joke -- except she wasn't laughing.
Tonight was no different.
Kijo's eyes burned holes into the ceiling above her. She'd spent the last hour of restless tossing and turning searching endlessly through the crevices of her mind for inspiration, hoping to find something to justify the lack of sleep. If she could just paint or draw, then she wouldn't feel like her time had been wasted. Luck would have it that an idea struck, so she pulled herself from her covers and slid into the chair at her desk.
Kijo wasn't a well known artist, nor did she consider herself a good one, but that didn't keep her heart from fluttering with excitement whenever she felt like she got the ball rolling. She became so enthralled with her piece everything disappeared around her. All she could focus on was, keep your wrist straight -- there needs to be shading there -- that doesn't look proportional -- should I find a reference?
An hour passed by. Then two. And then Kijo realized it was already 12 a.m. and she had to be awake in five hours to open the Cafe she worked at. She slapped a hand to her forehead, frustrated puffs of exhalation coming out of her nose as she stared at her sketchpad. She still wasn't tired.
Yet, just as Kijo was pushing back in her chair to prepare the mental agony that came with the toss and turn of a restless body, she heard a noise.
Kijo froze.
She listened for a moment. The apartment was an older one and was sensitive to movement, and it was windy outside, so Kijo chalked it up to that. She continued shuffling about, cleaning her desk up when she heard it again.
Okay, that definitely wasn't just the wind.
Kijo could hear the faint clicking of the fridge opening from the kitchen and she tilted her head. Kenna had passed out a while ago, slipping into one of her famous Nap-Comas. She was a pretty deep sleeper, too, so Kijo knew that she wouldn't be rifling the fridge for a midnight snack.
Could someone have broken into their apartment?
Kijo's heart thumped in her chest. She wasn't sure what to do. Should she go out there and make sure it isn't Kenna? Maybe she was over reacting. She hadn't been sleeping well, after all, and she was prone to bouts of paranoia when she got like this. Still... Kijo grabbed the first thing she could reach off her desk without much attention and slowly pulled open her door.
The lights were off, but there was definitely someone in her kitchen. She could hear them going through the cupboards, their movements thoughtful and methodical, as if trying to keep quiet. Kijo's heart began pounding harder.
It definitely couldn't be Kenna. Her door was shut. Kijo swallowed past the painful beating in her throat and began creeping forward. She drew just to the end of the hallway, kept hidden around the corner as her ears strained at every sound, every clink of glass and rustle of plastic. Every... Crunch?
They're eating my food!
Kijo's jaw dropped in disbelief. They were being robbed-- of their groceries?! Oh, Kijo was furious. She dared to poke her head around the corner but the darkness of the kitchen kept the intruder hidden. She narrowed her eyes and glanced downward.
There, just in the light of the moon that trickled in from the nearby window, was an empty bag of her favorite matcha chocolates. The disbelief she felt earlier paled in comparison to the anger she was feeling now.
How dare this petty, lowly thief touch her snacks? Kijo was seething. Her thoughts became muddied with her frustration and, just as the fridge door opened and illuminated the kitchen, she was rushing forward.
She hadn't even got a word out, let alone gotten close enough to get any damage in when the person whirled around and grabbed her raised arm midair. Their other hand came to grip her and she was stuck.
It was then that Kijo recognized the intruder. His gold eyes shone down at her in amusement and she croaked,
" You! What are you doing in my apartment?! "
" Keep it down, " his voice came out in a whisper, eyes fleeting towards the hallway, " you don't want to wake your roommate, do you? "
" Fuck off -- KENNA-- " a hand slapped over Kijo's mouth and she was pulled taught against his body, rendering her silent. Yet, despite his overwhelming strength, Kijo squirmed defiantly, yelling obscenities against the palm of his hand.
" Seriously, if you don't shut up, you'll regret it," his hand tightened in emphasis around her face. It was clear he was threatening her. And Kijo, while impulsive, wasn't an idiot -- she fell silent and waited patiently until he decided she wasn't going to cause a commotion. He let her go.
Kijo pressed herself against the counter and extended her hand in his direction again, waving around whatever it was that she'd grabbed off her desk,
" Get out, " Kijo growled. " Get out or I'll -- I'll -- "
" What? Draw on my face? "
Kijo blinked before she looked down and discovered that she'd grabbed a Copic marker. A bright pink one, to be exact. Her face fell for a moment before her resolve returned and she straightened up,
" I'll shove this right into your eye, you smart-ass, " Kijo attempted to sound as threatening as possible, and his lack of a reaction only further stoked her flaring temper, " seriously. You ever get marker ink in your eye? That shit blows."
" You're hilarious, " the man grinned, flashing his teeth at her. Kijo was reminded of the nature documentaries she watched, the ones about Apex predators. She recalled a specific one that discussed the survival rate of lone wolves, and there was a scene in particular where one had spent an exhaustive night hunting until it'd finally successfully cornered its prey. But she wasn't some helpless hare -- she had teeth of her own. She sneered and glanced around the kitchen, looking for a more reliable weapon.
Before she could get her hands on the santoku knife in the sink, the man had put two and two together and had now caged her against the counter. Kijo's head practically spun.
She couldn't get anything out, however, as she heard Kenna call softly from the hallway,
" Friend, is that you? "
Oh, no.
Gold eyes fleeted towards the hallway once more and Kijo almost began panicking. She remembered Garou's threat. There was no way she could let Kenna wander out into the middle of this. This guy was a total screwball and was unpredictable -- she had to keep her from coming out.
" Tell her you dropped something, " Kijo looked up in surprise. " Tell her, now."
Kijo didn't dare argue. She wouldn't risk Kenna's safety just because she had a stubborn temper.
" Ah... I just dropped one of my paint cups, is all! Don't worry, I got it cleaned up."
" Okiiee... " There was a yawn before Kijo heard Kenna's door close. When she was certain the brunette wasn't going to come back out she quickly shoved the taller man off of her, her cheeks blaring.
" Okay, seriously, what's your malfunction? Did you follow me home so you could raid my fridge? This isn't some All You Can Eat  Buffet, you asshole! "
" Relax, Kijo, I came by to return this."
Kijo didn't have a chance to question how he knew her name before a black wallet was being shoved in her face. She blinked at it, dumbfounded, before she realized it was hers and promptly snagged it from his grasp.
" How did you--"
" You dropped it. Back at the warehouse. Which, if I recall correctly, is where you were watching me like some sort of pervert-- "
" -- Stop calling me that -- "
" -- and I kept you from splattering all over the floor. Yet, despite all of that, I went out of my way to bring it to you. " He picked at his ear as Kijo digested his words. She was a funny one, that's for sure. All that bark yet so easily stumped by a kind gesture. Lucky him!
Kijo placed her wallet on the counter, amber eyes narrowing on his gold ones.
" So, your idea of bringing it to me included breaking into my apartment and eating all of my food? Normal people would've just turned it into the police. "
Perhaps the gesture wasn't as kind as he'd thought. He grimaced at the mention of the police.
" So, great, you know my name and where I live, ate all my food... And I'm jjst supposed to be okay with that? Some total stranger breaks into my house and I'm supposed to thank him for returning my wallet?" Kijo crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the counter. What a weird fucking night. One second, she was furiously scribbling away at her drawing pad and contemplating whether she should risk a concussion and bash her head into the wall to put herself to sleep, the next she was attempting to thwart an intruder from eating all of her food, and that intruder just happened to be the guy from the warehouse. " At least tell me your name so I don't resort to calling you "Home Invader Guy", or something."
" Garou. "
" Garou.... " The name rolled of her tongue in a strangely satisfying way. She peered up at the ceiling, " that means 'hungry wolf'. How fitting. "
" And your name means 'demon woman'. Also very fitting."
" You flatter me, " Kijo paused, glancing behind Garou at the open fridge. Man, he'd really made a mess of it. It was fortunate that they'd been needing to go pick up groceries to begin with, but he'd really gone to town eating everything they DID have. It was like he hadn't eaten in a really long time. " You're going to pay for all of that. "
" Am I? What makes you so sure you can make me? "
Valid point. Garou had a good few inches on her and had already proven to be much stronger and faster than she was. She huffed, reaching over to turn on the light so they could at least continue the conversation without awkwardly standing in the dark.
" Look, can you please just go? You returned the wallet and ate us out of our home. What more do you need? "
Surprisingly, Garou didn't have anything to say. He was only staring at her, his eyes wide as dinner plates. Was he... Blushing?
" Alright, alright, I'm leaving, " he grumbled, turning away. Kijo slowly followed after him -- partially because she was confused by the sudden change in demeanor, but also because she wanted to make sure he actually went through the front door -- but she stopped just as he turned the handle and hovered in the door way. " I wouldn't suggest fending off home intruders in your underwear, though. "
The door clicked shut and Kijo scratched her head. Underwear? She was wearing a huge t-shirt. It may as well have been a dress on her. For someone who acted so aloof and confident, he sure had a strange Achilles heel.
Kijo turned back towards the kitchen, scanning over the mess, and she groaned when she saw the time on the clock.
" I should've made him clean everything before leaving...!"
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peppers-ghost-posts · 2 years
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Ghillie suit madness: Shoe edition
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anteroom-of-death · 3 months
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I need that geriatric Scottish/Italian man's hands to do illegal things to my corpse
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