#and we love him for it

[starfleet-cadet]

Human half this, Vulcan half that. Spock actually takes after both of his parents by being unhinged (Amanda) and a bitch (Sarek)

#and we love him for it #amanda/sarek dynamics make me go crazy #they are so insane about each other #spock #amanda grayson #sarek #tos #snw #dsc #star trek

[hi-there-buddies]

If Goku calls you dumb just pack it up man

#dbz #db #dragon ball #dragon ball z #son goku #Goku #frieza #he’s right tho #frieza was so dumb this entire fight #he was literally just a whining baby #and we love him for it

[madmacci]

He's a disaster, your honour.

#And we love him for it #Miles Edgeworth #Mitsurugi Reiji #Ace Attorney #Gyakuten Saiban #Caught him slipping

[arthursfuckinghat]

Arthur Morgan has some interesting habits.

Only one puff of a cigar or cigarette, only three sips of coffee before he dumps the rest, only eats his tinned food cold, only eats his cooked game straight off the same hunting knife he kills with, hell- the guy swallows his chewing tobacco. He's a mystery for sure.

#and we love him for it #he has an immune system of steel he should have been fine #but alas #he's so interesting #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #mick squeaks #arthur morgan

[pigeonmilk-216]

what I love about house md is that, the second Hugh Laurie’s name is on screen for a director, things get violently more gay. Which is saying something for Wilson and House, but it becomes the main focal point and it’s beautiful

#And we love him for it #house md #hilson #hugh laurie

[crosshairslongasslegs]

mama echo came back home to fighting children

#echo is a full time mama #and we love him for it #the bad batch #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers

[orangechickenpillow]

It's them

#shes stunning and gorgeous and talented #and hes.... also there #and we love him for it #harry and asta #harry vanderspeigle #asta twelvetrees #resident alien

[kazanskys-mitchell]

someone tried to tell me that top gun isn’t gay at all and that it’s rude to assume people are gay

dude… did we watch the same movie??

because like what the fuck is this:

#i was bamboozled to say the least #val kilmer did it for the gays #and we love him for it #and how could you watch the volleyball scene #and think ‘nah that’s not homoerotic at all’ #be so for real right now

[clockwaysarts]

Jason is severely outnumbered in this fight...

#dp x dc #dead on main #danny is op #and we love him for it #clockfa #like chibi fish do

[aaltilis]

Max: *rolling into a live*

Max: *humming* More passion, more passion. More energy.

Checo: *pointing at Max* My life is in the hand of an idiot.

Daniel: No no. *pointing at himself* TWO idiots.

Yuki: Well actually-

Checo: OK. Got it.

#checo being the only sane person at rb #and we love him for it #checo perez #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #yuki tsunoda #red bull boys #red bull racing #formula 1 #f1 #f1 incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect f1 quotes

[roguelov]

okay what do you say about reader whose favorite creation of morpheus is the corinthian because the two stretch so well, he makes her laugh, she makes him laugh and morpheus is just there such a haters to watch with jealousy and mathew next door desperate by the behavior of his king

😂😂😂 yesssss I love being besties with the Corinthian

You laughed, almost falling backwards in your chair. Your laughter echoed throughout the library. Corinthian seemed more amused by your reaction than the story he was telling you. You wiped away your tears, smiling widely at him. However, your smile and laughter brought a sour feeling to someone else: Dream. Your love’s face twisted into anger as he sat on the other end of the library. He was doing some light research yet all duties vanished when he saw the two of you. Now, he glared heavily at the pair of you, well more so Corinthian than yourself.

He should be pleased his creation and his love was getting along so well. In fact, you were able to curve Corinthian’s bloodlust. It truly was a win-win scenario. Yet, envy and jealousy bubbled in the Dream Lord’s chest. Only he should make you smile so brightly, only he should make you laugh so loudly.

His mood seemed to continue to worsen as he watched Corinthian dipped his head, whispering into your ear. You gasped then hid your smile and laughter behind your hands.

“You seem … agitated.”

Dream’s eyes flickered over to Matthew who swooped in.

“I am fine,” Dream gritted his teeth.

“Obviously,” Matthew sarcastically replied. Dream whipped his glare over to the raven. Matthew raised his wings and backed away a few steps. “Okay, okay, sorry.”

Lord and raven peered back over. You said something with wild hand gestures. Corinthian laughed, a loud boom.

“Darlin’, you are trouble,” he laughed again, shaking his head.

Dream’s lips thinned.

“Why not go talk with them?” Matthew suggested carefully.

“I’m fine,” Dream grumbled.

Clearly, the raven thought.

After a few more grueling minutes, and unwavering glaring from the Dream Lord, you stood up and waved goodbye at the Corinthian as you strolled over to Dream. Dream sat up straighter, wiping his glare and now keeping his face neutral. Yet, his heart fluttered as you approached.

You fell down in the chair beside him. “Hello, my dear king.”

Dream nodded, silently acknowledging you. His eyes flickered over to see the Corinthian had disappeared. “Why,” Dream cleared his throat, “why are you here?”

You raised an eyebrow at his unusual question. “I don’t understand, what do you mean?”

Dream squirmed slightly in his seat. “I thought you were spending time with Corinthian.”

You seem to rather enjoy his company, he bitterly thought.

You shrugged. “I was, but I want to spend some time with you.”

You tossed him an endearing smile, making Dream’s bitter heart crumble at the sight like a frozen lake cracking in the spring sun.

Matthew snickered, “Good, because -“

Dream whipped his head, once again glaring at the pesky raven. Matthew yelped then flew away.

You laughed, “Now, what was that about?”

“Nothing,” he quickly answered.

You hummed, leaning towards him. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“If you say so.”

Corinthian leaned in. “Darlin’, I think a certain someone is burning a hole through my head.”

Your eyes flickered over to see Dream and his pout. You smiled, “Oh, I know. I see him.”

“And I think it might be your cue to leave.”

You chuckled. “Really? I have to go.”

“I don’t think he wants me.”

You laughed louder, shaking your head. “Alright, alright, I’ll go calm down the grumpy Dream Lord.”

“Good luck, darlin’.”

“Care to take a stroll through Fiddler’s Green, my king,” you asked.

Dream’s expression softened. A small smile danced on his lips. “I would be honored.”

You smiled and stood his hand, knowing this way your king will be a better mood shortly.

#such big sad wet cat energy #and we love him for it #the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #memoune0987 #ask

[stupd000]

david has no shame in being the little spoon

#and we love him for it #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted david #redacted angel

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

Aziraphale's bibles

Have you ever noticed how many bibles Aziraphale has just lying about? So. Many. Bibles. Oodles of bibles! In S1 we only saw two, one on top of the desk that he used for checking the number of the beast in Revelations; and the other one on the desk surface, right behind his angel mug when he sat to read The Book (not that book, the other book, the one with the true prophecies).

In S2, we see no less than five bibles on his desk alone and more around the bookshop.

The first one is on the left, right under the little "For the Young: Hymns for Church and Home, with Forms of Services" book, which incidentally opens to: "So shall no wicked thing draw near, To do us harm or cause us fear." (This angel has no shame).

Then there are three more in the desk's middle compartments. One, with a green cover, is on the left slot, right above the tray with pens (this one is a New Testament only). The other two, both with black covers, are right behind the mug, where the RadioTimes watermark is. They look identical but they could be two volumes of the same edition or two different editions. We can probably assume one of these is supposed to be the one from S1. The desk in S1 didn't have compartments, it had drawers so there were no books in that area.

The last one is the on on top of the desk, on the right. This would be the same he used in S1 (although the bible itself is different)

On his right side, sometimes he has an easel where he displays a large book. This is not a bible itself, but an illustrated book of biblical motifs. Sometimes it is closed and sometimes it is open. He normally has it on the Adam and Eve page (cheeky!) but in Ep 2 he opened it to the Book of Job page instead.

There is yet another one in the shelf that Gabriel Jim is organizing

And there is one more in the first backroom (the one with the computer where he talks with Gabriel and Sandalphon). It is on a little table by the door of the private backroom (the one where he confers with Crowley in)

But there is a set of bibles that are even more important to him than any of the other ones. Although the show never mentioned it, the book tells us that in addition to his passion for prophecy books, he also loves and collects misprinted bibles*:

"And he had a complete set of the Infamous Bibles, individually named from errors in typesetting. These Bibles included the Unrighteous Bible, so called from a printer’s error which caused it to proclaim, in I Corinthians, “Know ye not that the unrighteous shall inherit the Kingdom of God?”; and the Wicked Bible, printed by Barker and Lucas in 1632, in which the word not was omitted from the seventh commandment, making it “Thou shalt commit Adultery.” There were the Discharge Bible, the Treacle Bible, the Standing Fishes Bible, the Charing Cross Bible and the rest. Aziraphale had them all. Even the very rarest, a Bible published in 1651 by the London publishing firm of Bilton and Scaggs."

This collection of bibles is hiding in plain sight and readily on hand. Just ask Jim!

The rest are right there on Aziraphale's desk. The tags are hard to read but I found, from right to left, The Treacle Bible, The Discharge Bible, The Unrighteous Bible, then three that I couldn't decipher, the Standing Fishes Bible and The Charing Cross Bible. One of those three is supposed to be the Buggre All This Bible, but none of the tags seemed to fit.

*All the bibles mentioned are real except for the Charing Cross Bible and the Buggre Alle This Bible which in the GO world was printed by Bilton and Scaggs, the publishing company that also printed The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. I have a whole post about Bilton and Scaggs if interested. Now, looking back to S1, as part of his restoring the world, Adam replaced Aziraphale's misprinted bibles with Just William books. Let that sink in... Adam moved Aziraphale's bibles from their righteous place. No wonder Crowley realized it right away. These are Aziraphale's bibles for Go- for Sat- for Somebody's sake!

Fortunately by S2 everything was back to normal.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens book #aziraphale #wicked bible #buggre all this bible #treacle bible #discharge bible #unrighteous bible #standing fishes bible #charing cross bible #adam young #is a cheeky scoundrel #and we love him for it

[jakejeffreyperalta]

percy barely even stepped foot into camp jupiter and immediately went:

#and we love him for it #my man was going around adopting kids #percy jackson #hazel levesque #frank zhang #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #the heroes of olympus #hoo #the son of neptune #son of neptune #SoN #hoo son #rrverse

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis using a jacket to protect you both from the rain.

“I’m back! Did you miss me?”

Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice and you rush over to his approaching form with haste. Luis spreads his arms wide, ready to accept your warm embrace with sincere enthusiasm. What he got knocked the air out of him. Literally- his breath escapes him as your fist connects with his gut.

“Mierda… that’s a good one…” he groans, hunching over in pain.

“You asshole!” you scold him, ignoring his snark. “I thought you were dead! I saw Mendez dragging you away!”

“C’mon, my friend. Have a little faith,” Luis huffs, his signature grin returning to his face once he recovered to a standing position. “So long as they know I’m the one who hid The Amber, I’m untouchable.”

You had an unamused expression on your face, reaching up to poke at the evident bruise swelling on his forehead. The man winces under your touch but does not move away, a slightly guilty smile on his lips.

He shrugs, “Yes, well- uh, mostly untouchable.”

Although you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the Spaniard’s breathtaking talent for witty remarks in dangerous situations, you were mostly relieved that he was okay. The feeling of water droplets pouring on your head brings you back to awareness of where you both were standing. Lowering your hand from Luis’ head, you latch onto his wrist.

“We should get out of the rain. Hide it out somewhere safe until we figure out our next move.”

Luis nods in agreement, “An excellent idea. Oh, un momento-”. Taking advantage of your grip, he effortlessly pulls you closer to his side. The weather was damp and the air was chilly, but Luis’ breath upon your cheek warms you.

The sudden closeness throws you off guard and you were about to question his actions until a distinctive shadow looms over you both, blocking out the downpour. You glance up to see Luis’ hands holding some sort thick faux fur lined with leather over your heads.

“Stay close,” he advises, each word fanning down the skin of your neck and cheek. “I don’t plan on separating from you again.”

Against the chilly wind and rain, your temperature grew hot, both from the dark-haired man’s close proximity to you as well as his words that made you shudder with heat. He thought you were shivering and inched himself closer against your side. You had no choice then but to wrap your arms around him to stay under the protection of the-

Huh?

Now that you were looking at it, Luis was using a jacket. A jacket that was most definitely not his. The fine brown leather and fur lining was a tell that it most likely did not belong to any of the locals either. The style was too modern. So where did this come from?

“Luis,” you began to ask, “what is- whose jacket is this?”

You hear him chuckle under his breath, the sound coming off like he was revisiting a funny memory. When you glance at his from your peripheral vision, you spot a glint of intrigue in his reminiscent eyes, matching the lopsided smirk characteristic to his sly demeanor.

For a good minute, he doesn’t answer you. When he finally does, there was no mistaking the amusement laced in his voice. “My new friend. Sancho Panza.”

That’s all he said. Of course, you follow-up with more questions, but Luis was a master at evading inquiries with vague responses. The only information you were able to gather was that this new friend came to the village looking for someone but your companion purposefully leaves out the details of how they met as well as how they separated. Eventually, you two come across an abandoned house and that was when you dropped the subject for time being.

Once inside, you moved to detach yourself from Luis, but he stops you. Maneuvering his arms in an almost elegantly dramatic fashion, he drapes the jacket over your shoulders. At his insistence, he helps you slip your arms through the sleeves. Thanks to your shared body heat, the inside was pleasantly warm, a welcome relief against the drafty chill in the air. The dark-haired man then tugs at the fur collar, securing the jacket on your frame, pulling you closer in the process.

At the sight of the blooming blush on your cheeks, the suave man winks at you before stepping away wordlessly. You had to stop yourself from leaning in after him, but your slight tilt did not go unnoticed. His smirk widens.

After the two of you secured the area, you settled down in the first floor and indulged in the brief respite. Luis’ capture threw a wrench in your shared plan to escape, but Luis, ever the optimist, assured you that you were still on course. As you hashed over the details on how to recover The Amber and meet up with Luis’ informant for safe passage, gunshots and screams were heard from the distance.

You rise up from your seat in alarm and look out the window to see two blonds, a man and a woman heading your way, both ardently being chased by a mob of infected villagers. “Luis, look! Survivors. We have to help them.”

Your companion leans his head over your shoulder to follow your line of sight. Against your ear, you hear him curse softly in his native tongue.

“You were bound for an introduction, I suppose.” he scoffs. You didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant as he left your side to rush over to the door. He pries the wood open and waves at the running pair to come inside. Not long after they were ushered in the house and you and Luis barricaded the door, the blond man takes note of your companion’s presence.

“You,” the man glares, disdain dripping in his firm tone. He stomps towards Luis, the latter backing up with each approaching step.

“Hey,” Luis greets nervously, playing up his sly charm you oft see him use to get himself out of trouble that he’s landed himself in. “Listen, about earlier-”

The angry blond pins the Spaniard against the far wall with a strong fist, “Yeah, about that.”

Curiosity got the better of you, “Luis, who is this?”

Your voice rips the blond man’s attention away from Luis, redirecting it now towards you. His cold eyes scan over your face with analytical wariness until they relented to something akin to genuine surprise upon noticing the article of clothing on your person. His expression filled in the details that Luis purposefully omitted behind the story of the jacket. The gears in your head clicked into place. It was your turn to throw an accusatory glare at the Spaniard.

“Did you-” you started before sighing, pinching the bridge of your nose. You approached the two men, an apology on the tip of your tongue as you shifted to remove the jacket and give it back to the stranger as a show of good will, but Luis’ voice stops you in motion.

“No hagas eso. Keep it on, it looks good on you.” The Spaniard interjects, grinning playfully at you. His grey eyes then glance back at the blond expectantly who still had his uncertain gaze on you. “Our new friend thinks so too. Eh, Sancho?”

#luis serra #luis serra navarro #resident evil 4 #luis serra x reader #luis serra imagine #re4 luis #re4 remake #resident evil imagines #my writing #gender neutral reader #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy #can be leon x reader x luis if you squint #to this day #leon still didn’t get his jacket back #lol #luis is a menace #and we love him for it #sorry for the lack of posts #been busy but always writing #please enjoy #zer0pm imagine #notice how I wrote “a jacket” #and not ‘his jacket’ #thank you readers #for all the love and support #you da best #fixed the whole blond vs blonde thing

[agir1ukn0w]

Buggy every other scene he's in:

#and we love him for it #god i love bitchy men #gotta be one of my favorite genders #one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #op live action #opla #op #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #op buggy #captain buggy #jeff ward #scream queens #chanel oberlin