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hedgehog-moss · 1 month
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Help me settle a debate with my friends! If it seems difficult to choose that's normal, we've already dealt with the animals that are easy to sort (e.g. goats and mice are the two extremes on the spectrum of animal civility) and these are the more dicey choices that are on a similar level of perceived politeness.
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psiirockin · 2 months
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maybe draw mike and elizabeth when evan was first born ?? like, a polaroid picture of them holding him in the hospital room ?? love your art btw, it's so cute !! <33
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Will probably draw a more proper picture of the babies together soon but a little doodle for now since I really like this idea! ^^
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seaweedraindraws · 2 months
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I was saving this for my fanfic but I liked the idea so much I had to draw it!
Bonus:
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Here is a link to the fic this scene is from! (Only chapter 1 is up, so this scene has not yet happened)
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welcometogrouchland · 3 months
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I've been binging Batman Beyond recently (Terry ily so much) and thought about how- bc of the JLU twist which I think isn't even canon to the comics BB verse but shhh bare with me- he'd technically be Damian's half brother??? Which is just so ridiculously soap opera to me. I need them to interact in a silly time travel adventure so bad you don't even understand (ID in alt)
#dc comics#damian wayne#terry mcginnis#batman beyond#batman and robin#mine#also feat the mild damian uniform redesign i like playing around with. it's fun i like her. i love u classic robin colours#the backstory for this image in my mind is that Terry knows of Damian/has maybe met him#in the future (whether we're going w the rebirth ''damian rejoins the league'' angle that i. don't love conceptually but can't judge-#-bc i haven't read. or if we go w/ some other potential future route for damian) and Terry is like. experiencing whiplash at meeting him-#-as robin. like you are 5 feet tall why r u so bossy. where is your dad good god. this is why i don't have a robin (?this is pre matt-robin)#but Terry's in an unfamiliar time trying not to cause a paradox so he puts aside his indignitude(?) at being bossed around by a kid#just long enough to make sure nothing goes horrifically wrong. hence this image takes place#<- i could've been a lot more eloquent explaining this but it's very late and i should've been asleep ages ago#anyway. absolutely crazy to me that Damian has had multiple flavours of secret brother plots and terry is a potential addition. rip damian#(also in my ideal future damian took up the nightwing mantle (EVERYONE READ NIGHTWING MUST DIE!!!) before retiring(#idk what his future career is. lowkey hes a webcomic artist in my brain but that's so horrendously self indulgent i can't condone it#also i decided to try my hands at lineart again. evil. how are you so stiff looking and difficult to do. waughh#anyway if things look weird. no they don't
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unclewaynemunson · 1 year
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Wayne sees it all happen from his armchair. He’s quiet, hidden away in the corner, so usually the kids forget he’s even there within the hour. He enjoys being on the fringe of his nephew’s new group of friends from there, simply observing them, watching them from behind his newspaper, tuning in and out of whatever it is they’re talking about. Every now and then, one of them comes up to him for a chat or to offer him a drink, but they mostly leave him alone in his corner, just how he likes it.
He sees how Eddie makes every single one of them feel like the crappy old trailer is a place they can always come home to. He sees how Eddie always makes sure that Max is comfortable in her wheelchair and not missing out on anything going on around them because she can’t see. He notices how he always speaks to Eleven in an extra soft voice, reigning himself in a bit from his usual theatrics in order not to startle her. He hears how he’s never afraid to tell Dustin that he loves him and he sees the way Dustin starts beaming whenever he does. He sees how he makes a habit of taking Will aside from the group for hushed, earnest-looking conversations, and he sees how that always leaves Will with a brightness in his eyes and a smile around his lips. He sees how he plays around with the other two boys, Mike and Lucas, who are all over Eddie every chance they get. He sees how he always has some extra candy at hand for the youngest one, Erica. He sees the softness in his features, the sparkle in his eyes, whenever those kids are around, and it reminds him of how he felt himself, all those years ago, whenever little Eddie would show up at his trailer unexpectedly.
He also sees how embarrassed Eddie is to accept the help of Nancy Wheeler. He notices how she refuses to take no for an answer and shows up multiple nights a week to tutor him. He sees how she strictly refuses to let him get distracted when they’re doing their homework, and he hears the honest heart-to-hearts they have after they’re done. He sees the way Eddie looks at her: like he gained an older sister who is always looking out for him, even though she must be younger than him. Like he’d be completely lost without her.
He sees how much fun Eddie has with Robin Buckley. He sees how much chaos they create whenever they’re together. He listens along as they bond over music, and he tries not to eavesdrop as they talk about their respective hopeless crushes and being queer in a small town in rural Indiana. He sees the way Eddie looks at her: like he gained a twin sister who is exactly like him. Like he understands her in a way he never understood anyone before.
And he especially sees how Eddie feels about Steve Harrington. It’s written all over his face, so it’s really impossible to miss: it’s in the longing gaze in his big brown eyes, the way he shamelessly stares at the boy for minutes on end whenever they’re watching a movie together; it’s in the way he hangs onto every single word the boy says, even when they’re having the most mundane conversations possible; it’s in the way he leans into him, almost as if he isn’t noticing he’s doing it; it’s in the way he loudly laughs at every single one of his jokes, no matter how unfunny they are; it’s in the way he always seems to find some excuse to touch him, brushing their hands together when he hands him a drink or sitting a little bit too close to him on the couch or reaching for his shoulder whenever he makes some kind of flirty remark at him. Wayne sees all of it, but he doesn’t worry. Because he also sees the way in which Steve leans back into Eddie’s touches, he also sees the way in which Steve is constantly staring at Eddie’s lips, he also sees the fond looks Steve can’t seem to stop giving Eddie, and he definitely sees the blush creeping over Steve’s cheeks whenever Eddie is openly flirting with him. He sees it all happen from his armchair and he knows they’ll be alright.
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christronomy · 5 months
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it was almost embarrassing how quickly it happened, how all it took was the sound of his soothingly sweet voice asking you, "hey, hey, sweetheart? what's wrong?" and the way his brown eyes softened when he looked at you to make you bury your face in his chest and immediately break down into sobs. you just couldn't hold it in anymore, everything came pouring out, you couldn't help it. he wanted to tease you for how cute you looked with your puffy cheeks and bottom lip jutted out, quivering slightly as you looked up at him from where you'd soaked his t-shirt with big, glossy eyes, bottom lids brimmed with heavy tears. but he knew that right now was not the time, so instead, he simply wiped your tears away with his thumbs, brushing your hair away from your sticky, tear stained cheeks and placing a soft kiss onto your forehead.
he can't leave you like this, he figures. he's gonna figure out a way to help you feel better. he's determined, nothing will stop him. even though you can't even talk right now, he knows exactly what you need. he wrapped you up in the most comfortable blanket he could find, put on a playlist with all of your favorite songs, and got you your favorite food, even though he knows you can't even eat it right now cause you're still crying. every time you think you're done, more tears come, but every time they come, he's there by your side to wipe them away. "just take your time, baby. let it all out," he says, getting comfortable next to you and pulling you into his arms. you notice he's changed the t-shirt he was wearing before since you'd both assumed your crying fit would be over, and you almost feel bad for the way you're ruining this one as well, but you know he doesn't mind it one bit. he'd get all the t-shirts in the world for him to wear so you could cry into them as long as it'll make you feel better, cause it's chan and he's cheesy like that. he'd do everything in his power to obtain anything in this world all for you.
knowing that makes you cry even more, but how could you not when he's stroking your hair so gently? how could you not, when he's humming softly along with the music he's got playing in the background, cause he knows you love it when he sings since it calms you down every time? how could you not cry tears of pure love and adoration for him when he's simply him? you cling onto his shirt, thanking whatever entity or thing, whatever is out there that he exists, that he's here with you in this moment. you're thankful for his tender kisses and gentle touches, his soft voice that calms your nerves and stops the flow of tears when he whispers those words that you'll only believe as long as they come from his lips, and no one else's.
"'ts alright, sweetie. everything's gonna be okay."
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 month
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1x04 | The Ones Who Live
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mytardisisparked · 1 year
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Look, all I’m saying is that they really just don’t make movies like National Treasure anymore. Like this movie is about two dudes in a van who beat a team of highly trained criminals to stealing a valuable document from a high-security museum, by sheer accident get an antiques expert to come along with them to keep the document safe, get involved in several major chase scenes, escape the FBI twice, find a massive treasure, get someone else arrested for their crimes, and then give the treasure back to museums before yeeting out to do it all over again in the sequel. No one was doing it like them. And the thing is, by all accounts, this plot is ridiculous and the dialogue is ridiculous but it works unbelievably well because the writers and actors committed to the bit. This movie is campy and absurd and it’s also one of the most fun and quotable movies of my early childhood because the creators embraced the camp and did it with such a sincerity that it’s a goshdarn delight to watch. Top all of that off with a soundtrack that went WAY harder than it really needed to, excellent atmosphere throughout the whole film, and visuals that were darn near perfect and National Treasure becomes a classic. I’ve been chasing the high I got the first time I watched it my whole life. What a movie.
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darcania · 14 days
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For all of the flaws in X-Men Evolution there was a lot it did very well, and letting Wolverine be this grumpy father figure to most of the X-Men was one of them.
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swkbiggestdefender · 19 days
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If swk get blamed for everything in the next season I swear I'm going to lose it not everything is his fault he had enough he doesn't deserve to be yelled at idc what anyone say he had enough sure he made mistakes in the past but he already redeemed himself and that's alot more then all the other characters wukong is mature enough to say sorry when he's wrong like the end of season three that's more then any other characters (macaque let's be real) he's a good person other characters deserve to be yelled at come on! like the brotherhood and macaque leave wukong alone I swear he get treated worse than the actual villainess in the show
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Paimon: why are you three here?
Lynette: Father asked us to stalk Miss Furina--
Lyney: *covers Lynette's mouth* --ehm, she means to say that Father asked us to go on vacation! haha;;
Paimon: stalking Fur-- Paimon thought that would be over after everything that happened!
Freminet: well, not exactly stalking...she asked us to make sure Miss Furina didn't get hurt...
Lyney: Exactly, thank you Freminet. that's a much nicer way of putting it.
Lynette: we were also supposed to make sure she didn't know we were following her.
Lyney: ahem, anyway, we're on vacation now since Clorinde and Navia ended up taking over that task...
Paimon: uh, are they in on it too...?
Freminet: no, when he says "taking over," he moreso means they decided to protect her on their own, so there was no longer any need for us to follow...
Lyney: Right, well--
Lynette: also Clorinde would've caught us for sure if we kept stalking her--
Lyney: Guarding. let's call it guarding
Lynette: usually people know if they have a guard. or three.
Lyney: covert guarding.
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brocedesbenz · 2 months
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my favorite part of fandom is that specific moment when we all collectively go, "Oh yes, now blorbo needs to open a coffee shop" followed by the infamous "and they should fall in love w shitto while they're at it"
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lucy-ghoul · 6 days
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can't believe a show based on a videogame (usually games adaptations are notoriously bad, which isn't the case here tho) gave me the beauty and the beast/twisted mirrors/enemies to traveling companions/ruthless antihero+optmistic but still badass heroine who takes none of his shit/age gap but make it sexy dynamic of my dreams. as much as i love maximus and i think he deserves the best writing ever because 1. he's a clever deconstruction of the aspiring Knight bro who's actually a bit of a loser and, as much as lucy, sees the world in black&white at first and then doesn't get what he thought he wanted but what he needs (or at least i hope he'll eventually get it), and 2. he's a cutie and i want an epic love story for him too, it's very funny how they tried to give us a puppy kind of romance and the tumblr girlies still fixated on the "toxic ~she bites his finger off and he cuts hers off and sews it on his hand in what we'll pretend it's a symbolic marriage rings exchange or whatever~ asshole who used to be a nice guy/good girl™ with a lot of spunk and hidden anger but unshakeable morals" kind of relationship.
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chanrizard · 9 months
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je m'appelle bang chan or you can call me chris, alright? hello lollapalooza!
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bittergloss · 4 months
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--I only wish to be with you from dusk to dawn, watching the world's frost and snow. Just want to wander long streets and narrow alleys with you, watching the moon on the eave.--
THE LAST IMMORTAL 神隐(2023) - EP. 14 Dir. Chan Ka Lam
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christronomy · 7 months
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drunk words are sober thoughts // bang chan
cw: fluff, suggestive, it is implied that chris and reader are fwb, reader is drunk, brief mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, kissing, cuddling, chan is referred to mostly as chris/channie. not proofread. if i missed anything lmk <3
you were drunk. too drunk to even process how you got here, but you weren't complaining. you were in chris's room, in his bed, laying in his arms as gently ran his fingers through your hair. you and your best friends had gone out to a mutual friend's party, only expecting to get a little tipsy, since all you wanted to do was let loose and have some fun after a long, exhausting week. it seems like you really underestimated your tolerance this time, which meant you texted chris without realizing it, which also meant he came to your rescue even though you didn't necessarily need him to. he didn't even take you to your apartment. instead, he brought you to his dorm room, ignoring your drunken pleas for him to take you home and let you crash in your own bed. he insisted on keeping an eye on you so he could make sure he'd be there to help you nurse your hangover in the morning. he just wanted to make sure you were safe.
"but, why?" you whined, your voice dragging out, and you huffed against his chest as you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips. chris held in a giggle as he spoke, mimicking your tone. "we've already been over this, see? you're too drunk to even remember," he said, his gaze meeting yours.
"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just said that, channie," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, and chris's eyes widened at your boldness, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. even in your drunken haze, you couldn't help but tease him, you found his reactions awfully endearing. "i- well- no, i'd never take advantage of you like that... and we're just friends, yeah? we don't even sleep together that often, only sometimes. and it's not like i thought you texted me for that or anythi-"
you giggled and cut him off with a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "was a joke, channie, you pervert!" you exclaimed softly, throwing a weak punch at his chest and leaning your forehead against it. a bashful smile formed on his lips, and he leaned his chin on your head as his hands moved to caress your back now.
you leaned against him for a long while, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the comfortable silence, the way his fingertips ghosted against your clothed back. you loved his touches, they were waist gentle, affectionate. it was a subconscious thing now—him pulling you in for a hug or spooning you whenever. you weren't even together, but it seemed like he couldn't not be this close to you when you were around. although sometimes you would playfully push him away or call him annoying, you couldn't help but enjoy this, the way he was so touchy with you comforted you in a way that only he could.
"channie?" you muttered, breaking the silence, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt, and he hummed in response right away. you were a bit dizzy and extremely exhausted, the alcohol really getting to you now, so you couldn't muster up enough energy to look at him as you spoke. "i love you," you said, and chris felt his heart almost stop at your words. you'd never told him you loved him before, not even as a joke, and never when you were under the influence. this was new.
"you love me, hmm?" he asked quietly, and you giggled again, turning your head to lean your cheek against his chest. "mhmm... love you," you whispered, your words slurring as you felt yourself dozing off. it wasn't long until your breathing slowed down, and he could tell you were asleep by the way your body weight was fully against him now. he knew you wouldn't remember what you said in the morning, and that it was most likely just the alcohol speaking for you, but something inside of him really hoped you meant it. "i love you, too," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.
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