#I can tell

[drawncap]

This goddamn season of Dimension 20 is going to kill me I swear

The Bad Kids really are heros, and they continue to prove it at every opportunity. They survived the Last Stand, made it through without dropping, and aced it. By all accounts, they absolutely succeeded in every way.

And yet they still aren't done. Someone still died. Something still threatens them, and the world. THERE IS STILL MORE WORK TO DO.

My heart broke so many times, but it broke especially when the Proctor kept trying to convince them they were safe and that STILL WASNT ENOUGH. They STILL dont feel safe. These poor kids did what no one has ever been able to, and fought tooth and nail to keep what they have been building for years now, and somehow, THERE IS MORE WORK TO BE DONE.

And they still want to save their enemies. They still want to save Buddy. They already saved Rueben, and they tried to save Buddy, and I know they will do all they can to save Lucy as well. They are heros, and by god do I just want them to be able to rest.

#dimension 20 #the bad kids #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #this season is going to destroy me #i can tell #you know i kept giving Kipperlily the benefit of the doubt #but jesus christ #how are you a teenager and THIS evil #what POSSIBLE wrong could have been done to you #this was a victory #and yet it still HURTS

[a-mimic-and-a-jester]

if this gets 200 notes ill read homestuck

it wont tho bc yall cowards

#homestuck #jinxx behind the scenes #art #help #i am going to regret this #tumblr is feral #and scary #oh god #i can tell #this is gonna be bad #ahhah

[is-that-sand-in-my-waffles]

Zeb is such a great character. On one hand, he's a genocide survivor and feels immense guilt over apparently failing in his role as Captain of the Honor Guard , but on the other, he regularly throws hands with a teenager and thinks that calling Chopper "Shopper" is the pinnacle of comedy.

#star wars #Star wars rebels #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #Also he gives amazing hugs #I can tell

[not-eli]

Can't believe they gave Julia the lesbian haircut. This show really is something else

#td spoilers #mk liked it tho #i can tell #total drama #total drama reboot #mkulia

[ddarker-dreams]

Imagine yan!Scara's darling openly simping for Arlecchino 👀 (because I would... Hottest harbinger after Scara fr)

we must be on the same wavelength because i was thinking something similar 👁👁

scaramouche is seething yet he can't do anything about arlecchino's flirtations aside from exchanging thinly veiled insults. it boils his synthetic blood to no end. who does this attempted home wrecker think she is? his fatui underlings are useless. if arlecchino stops by, saying she wishes to speak with you, they can't very well deny her. she fawns over you even more when scara is away on business. she'll sigh, lamenting over how utterly tragic it is a precious thing like you is forced to deal with such a greedy doll. that if it were her— (she cuts herself off here, knowing that there is indeed a line she may not cross, though the implication isn't lost on you).

she'll smile, then place a pointer finger to her lips, as if swearing you into a secret. the walls in scaramouche's estate may have ears but this motion is for your eyes alone.

scaramouche lets you say a total of One nice thing about her before he's cutting you off, his fingers drumming against a nearby surface. he's not having it. you're told outright that he'll have no discussion of this 'wretched woman' and that her true nature would sicken you. he'll heave a humorless laugh, saying that at least with him, there's no guesswork. he doesn't temper his nature to be more palatable for you. (he scowls when you immediately agree to this point).

"the same can't be said for that wench," he'll muse. "she says i'm greedy? she'd practically devour you if given the chance. consider yourself lucky that i got to you first."

since scaramouche can't kill a fellow harbinger, he satiates his bloodlust by ruining any non-fatui related schemes arlecchino is cooking up. to which arlecchino taunts him by commenting you look miserable in his presence, like a wilted flower. on and on the cycle goes with you unfortunately serving as the focal point.

#this idea is about to live in my head for the next week #i can tell #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere arlecchino x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #concepts #answered #scaranya

[rieturnsblue]

… damn alice, you don’t even know… (OR DO YOU-)

#the magnus protocol #tmp #tmagp #tmp alice #alice tmp #alice dyer #tmagp meme #tmagp 7 #tmp 7 #tmp celia #she knows something #i can tell

[judeswhore]

this my favourite genre

#steve harrington #he’s so good at fucking #i can tell

[bella-the-fella]

I can easily catch him in this pose because he always surreptitiously licks his right paw before laying his head down, as if to say "and while I'm here, I may as well..."

#bunny #bella #cute #bunblr #bella the fella #bunnyblr #petblr #rabbits #pet rabbit #he really does its hilarious #every time #i can tell #i dont know why but he always seems self conscious getting into this position

[eidolons-stuff]

Enid: "Ok. Since Wednesday got the kidnapping, I'm guessing I get the trauma? Not a fair deal"

Thing: *signs* "You get the rest of the date"

*Thing snaps his fingers to reveal an indoor picnic lit with fairylights & candles*

#ok #that's cute #lmao #enid is gonna cry #i can tell #wednesday is gonna dislike it #but she will be happy #as long as #enid is happy #which is adorable #thing #enid #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday addams #wenclair #wenclair cult

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Scenes From an Italian Restaurant:

WC: 2,000

Syd/Carmy falling in love to the soundtrack of Billy Joel, idk

It's past midnight, but Carmy & Syd still haven't finished closing. It might have something to do with the fact that neither of them can sleep without nightmares at home, and that there's something uniquely comforting about having another person with an equally fucked up sleep schedule to silently work with well into the early hours of the morning. They rarely talk while they're working like this; a blurry, unfocused period somewhere between opening and closing, things that do not strictly need to be done, but that they both take pride in doing anyway. It's their fucking restaurant, they both seem to enjoy treating it like a child they're co-helicopter-parenting.

This particular night, Carmy is in the kitchen doing food prep & Syd is sweeping up the dining area. It's quiet enough to hear herself breathe in, and the silence is getting annoying, so she finds herself sweeping toward the kitchen, peeking through to look at Carmy. As she gets closer to him, she hears him... muttering to himself, maybe? No, that's not it. She walks closer, slipping into the kitchen as quietly as she can, and realizes he's... singing. Carmy Berzatto. Singing. In the kitchen.

Her first impulse is to laugh but she stops herself.

He's kind of... good.

She listens for a little while, mesmerized, trying to make out the lyrics.

A bottle of red, a bottle of white. It all depends on your appetite. I’ll meet you anytime you want, in our Italian restaurant.

She moves slightly and Carmy freezes like a scared deer in the fucking forest, of course. His eyes are so wide and scared, Syd almost feels bad, so she tries to break the tension.

“Didn’t realize you moonlighted as a singer,” she says with an awkward smirk, leaning on her broom. “Did you write that?”

Carmy’s eyes narrow. “Did I— did you just ask me if I wrote that?”

Syd shrugs slightly, sensing she’s made an error.

“It’s Billy Joel,” Carmy says, looking genuinely concerned that she’s lacking this crucial piece of information.

“Okay, sorry, I’m not, like, Italian… and into 70’s music,” Syd says, with a dry, sarcastic smile.

“No, no, but this is a classic song,” Carmy says, “I mean, this is just a good song.”

Sydney just stares at him blankly. “I wouldn’t know,” she says.

“Alright, something’s gotta be done about this,” Carmy says with a disapproving shake of his head, tone as serious as it might be if he was noticing a typo on a menu or a smudge on a plate. He unplugs his headphones from his phone, walking to the restaurant’s sound system and connecting his phone.

A jazzy piano song overtakes the speakers, Carmy pausing to crank up the volume to far above their normal level before turning back to Syd with a smile on his face.

“Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights,” the voice of Billy Joel (apparently) sings out over the speakers of their restaurant. Carmy looks at her expectantly. Syd raises an eyebrow.

“It’s… loud,” she says.

“No, no, no,” Carmy says, rolling his eyes, infuriatingly smooth Italian-American vowels softening out as he speaks, an unquantifiable accent that Sydney is pretty sure is going to actually kill her one day. “It tells a story,” Carmy insists, turning back to his prep, chopping vegetables to the beat of the song, talk-singing along with the song, back turned to Sydney. “Brenda and Eddie were still going steady in the summer of ‘75, when they decided the marriage would be at the end of July.”

Sydney can’t help the laugh she lets out. Carmy spins around, an indignant smile on his face.

“Stop looking at me like I’m crazy,” he says, “you’re the one who doesn’t know Billy Joel.”

“I do know some Billy Joel,” Syd says. “Just not this Billy Joel.”

“Well I'm showing you this Billy Joel,” Carmy says. “Listen. Come on, you’re not listening to it. This is good music.”

He sets down his knife, walking over to her, holding out a hand.

Something in the pit of Sydney’s stomach fires off like an over-excited fire-cracker.

“Are you seriously trying to dance with me right now,” she asks flatly, glancing between his face and his extended hand, trying her very best to hold her sarcasm out in front of her like a shield against whatever fuckary this is.

Carmy’s smile fades, just for an instant. Sydney can’t stand it. She rolls her eyes, and takes his hand. Immediately, he grins, spinning her around him. She can’t help but smile. Carmy reaches out for her other hand, pulling her in on one side and pushing her away on the other, awkward high-school-dance moves that a grown man should probably not be pulling on her right now, and should certainly not be working as well as they are.

She meets his eyes, wide grin, slight flush, hair even more disheveled than usual. For a second, she just stares at him, forgetting to dance, forgetting to smile. Carmy, oblivious, is still singing.

“They parted the closest of friends, then the king and the queen went back to the green, but you can never go back there again, no no.”

Fuck.

She shakes her head ruefully, spinning him around to break their eye contact. And okay, maybe she spun him away from her slightly too hard because his hand slips out of hers and he stumbles a few steps away from her, laughing, and then, in a flash of movement, moving back to her, one hand coming to her lower back, the other settling around her shoulders pulling her into his chest, still laughing, still red in the face, breathing slightly heavier than usual, vocalizing Billy fucking Joel right into her ear.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck?

Is she slow dancing with Carmen fucking Berzatto in their kitchen right now?

He’s ridiculously warm in a white tee shirt and jeans, solid and impossibly, weirdly soft, leaning heavily against her, breathing against her neck, smelling like kitchen spices and sweat. This is simply not fair. This is… seriously outside anything normal or manageable. Carmy’s hand on her lower back is keeping her in place against him, stomach to stomach, fingertips splayed out across her back.

She’s stopped moving, she realizes. Carmy stops too after a moment, but he’s still pressed against her, still smiling slightly. Syd lets out a short, nervous laugh.

“Is this weird?” Carmy asks, voice low, unsure, still holding her close—maybe so he doesn’t have to look her in the eye, maybe so he can just rest his chin against her shoulder for a little longer.

Very slowly, Sydney brings a hand to the space between Carmy’s shoulder blades, just resting it there. “Kind of, yeah,” she says. “But not bad weird.”

“Fuck, sometimes… it’s like I forget to be nervous in front of you,” Carmy says—quick, breathless words, slowly pulling back from her, an embarrassed little smile on his face. “And I make a fuckin’ fool of myself before I realize I’m doing it.”

Sydney smirks back at him. “Well it’s kind of too late to fool me into thinking you’re cool,” she says. “Might as well stop being nervous about it. I mean, that ship has sailed.”

Carmy laughs, shaking his head, going a bit redder in the face. “I just really want you to like Billy Joel,” he says.

Syd smiles. “No, I do,” she says. “I totally do like him. I really like him.”

“He has other good songs,” Carmy says. “I always liked this one though. I was like fourteen, thinkin’ I was gonna meet a girl and take her to an Italian restaurant and get… fucking married at twenty. Talk about a ship that’s sailed.”

He goes quiet.

Over the speaker, Billy Joel is still singing.

“A bottle of red, oh a bottle of white, whatever kind of mood you’re in tonight. I’ll meet you anytime you want, in our Italian restaurant.”

“It kind of did work out though,” Sydney says, over the last few chords of the song, “I mean, you do in fact own an Italian restaurant.”

“Yeah,” Carmy says, a boyish smile crossing his face. His expression lingers on her for a long moment.

The song ends, and abruptly, loud guitar chords blare through the kitchen.

“Oh my God,” Carmy says, grinning, the tension of the moment entirely shattered. “Fuckin’ love this one.”

He crosses back to his prep station, picking his knife and returning to his work like nothing happened, bobbing his head and singing, “You had to be a big shot, didn’t you?”

Syd watches him for a little while longer before going back to her sweeping, making a mental note to never think of this night ever again. She’s not sure she could withstand the sheer force of her own stupid fucking yearning. Minutes pass. Half an hour. Carmy cycles through ten odd Billy Joel songs, and then—

“Hey, Syd!” Carmy calls from the kitchen.

Sydney turns, white-knuckling her broom handle, collecting herself for a moment before walking toward the sound of his voice.

When she reaches him, he gives her a crooked, slightly unsure smile.

“If it’s not bad weird," he says, "can we keep doing it?”

Her face burns. She stares at him for a long moment, trying to gauge whether he’s joking or not.

“I mean, can you come here again?” Carmy says, quieter, sounding slightly desperate, while she’s still trying to gauge his sincerity.

Wordlessly she steps toward him, heart pounding. He wraps his arms around her waist, exhaling heavily, chin returning to its place on her shoulder, An Innocent Man playing through the empty restaurant.

“Some people live with the fear of the touch, and the anger of having been a fool.”

Sydney’s not entirely sure how the night ends. It sort of blurs together; Carmy holding her against him, clasped hands, kitchen knives, food prep, sweeping, laughing, blushing, Billy Joel and Carmy’s singing voice. Eventually, Sydney in the doorway, bag slung over one shoulder, Carmy flushed and breathless from laughter, Sydney mentally filing away exactly how it sounds when Carmy says her name, out of breath and slightly desperate.

“I feel like I should apologize to you,” he says, but he's still smiling.

"Yeah you should apologize for not finishing your prep," she says, clinging to the remaining shreds of her self-respect as she stares at him. "Get that done. I need some fucking sleep."

"Yes, chef," Carmy promises softly, with a rueful look on his face. She turns to leave, but he speaks again. "Hey. "Thanks, Syd."

She turns back.

"For what?"

He shrugs, looking down at his feet.

"I just had a nice night."

"Yeah, me too, Bear," Sydney says, and then forces herself to walk away from him, out the door and into the Chicago cold.

Maybe the sleeplessness is making them both crazier than she realized.

Or maybe it's not just the sleeplessness.

Because she's pretty sure she's going to be thinking about exactly how Carmy's arms felt wrapped around her for the rest of her fucking life. And if that's not insanity, she doesn't know what is.

#the bear #sydcarmy #carmy x sydney #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #i had a vision and wrote this in two hours on the train #bon appetit #the bear fx #sydney and carmy #featuring: carmy's inexplicable brooklyn accent that's never explained in canon #that boy is NOT from chicago #he is from new york #i can tell

[writeforfandoms]

Started two wips in one night, and one earlier today.

Frank Woods in the dragon riders au, as promised.

Zombie au Price.

And a Sci fi story that may or may not be all original. Haven't decided yet for sure.

#just writer things #this is going to blow up in my face #i can tell

[in-a-cave-with]

the stan lee quote of "i wanted to give myself a challenge to make the readers like a weapons manufacturer industrialist character at the height of the cold war" etc gets passed around a whole lot but nobody ever talks about how he actually went about solving this challenge which is to give the weapons manufacturer industrialist severe mental health issues

#im watching a video essay on im1 and like #i can #tell #i can tell #that this guy hasnt read iron man comics #ITS FINE. #im fine. #616 tony from the beginning i feel is defined by the contrast between what others see of him and who he actually is #you get this contrast in the mcu but the duality is more 'perceived as a bad person but is a good person at heart' #in 616 it's 'perceived as a man who has it all when he is so deeply miserable' #and he refuses to let other people in on this because he is a public figure and has a reputation to uphold #you know what this is actually in iron man 2 a little bit but they couldnt crank the themes up all the way #so you get people thinking 'oh he's so self absorbed and egotistical' which is so entirely different #from MY takeaway but like whatever dude

[dizzybizz]

mspaintvenipede

#hes very slanted #i can tell #but theres nothing i can do lmao #pokemon #venipede #fanart #my art #i like the colors on this one a lot actually 😙

[heretherebedork]

Over his shoulder, over his shoulder... checking over his shoulder. They look and we look and we see a man in black and a man dressed so softly, someone ready to try something new and someone seeking an escape from all the masks he wears but is just as scared of that escape as he is his own reality. (JiHyun is learning to be fearless but JaeWon gave in to fear before he met him) and the true question is... can light overcome darkness, can fear be outweighed by another's bravery, can he find his way to what he wants but doesn't believe in... himself. (Can JiHyun be light to darkness or will the darkness pull him down as well and leave him alone somewhere he's never been?)

#the eighth sense #the 8th sense #kbl #bl drama #bl series #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #jihyun x jaewon #jaewon x jihyun #jae won x ji hyun #ji hyun x jae won #this show is going to emotionally devastate me #i can tell

[cosmermaid]

One of the reasons I'm looking forward to Stormlight 5 is because I really want to find out what the leaders of Shinovar were thinking. Okay, you think this guy is lying about the radiants coming back, so you bind him to an oathstone and make him be the slave of anyone who holds it, no matter who they happen to be.

Alright. Kind of a fucked punishment if you ask me but hey. People do fucked up things. I can buy that, even if I don't like it.

But you inflict this punishment on a guy who is a hyper-competent assassin and make him keep the honorblade that gives him supernatural powers. An artifact that SUPPOSEDLY your culture was supposed to keep hold of.

Um?

Either whoever was in charge of punishing Szeth was incredibly stupid and lacked foresight, or they knew exactly what would happen if they let the outside world enslave Szeth while he had that honorblade.

Either way, the tea's going to be hot and I'm looking forward to it.

#stormlight #szeth #also we're at the point in the story where Kaladin is on the mend but Szeth is probably even more self-loathing than Kaladin has ever been #so their road trip is going to be fun #I can tell

[marlynnofmany]

That new option to follow people for free on Patreon is addictive. "Oh, I'm not spending any money! I can follow this one excellent fanartist with no strings attached, oh and the archery poledancing guy; that's a must, ooh who elllllse..."

I can just tell there will be posts later that make it sorely tempting to upgrade to a paying tier. But I can't say I regret my choices today.

#it'll be interesting to look back on this post in a year #I can tell #Patreon #shaking my head but happily clicking Join anyway