Himbo Lover

21 Marvel. Mainly a Thor/Bruce/GammaHammer appreciation blog I post other things Header Credit: thecollectorsbrother

[faxcollector]

the great thing about the pitt is that it's a show of infinite nuance where every character has moments in the right and in the wrong and no one is irredeemable but also no one is unassailable. the terrible thing about the pitt is that you have to watch people raised by the bad faith no nuance everything-contains-a-moral-failing social media landscape of the 2020s interact with it and enough of that will make you want to join robby and abbot on the roof

[neunhofferart]

No gifs yet because I just got back from Japan yesterday and I have a holiday market I had to prep for tomorrow, but you guys wanna see a little preview of some of my Jurassic World Chaos Theory Season 4 episode 7 storyboards that got changed a bit in final? 👀

Yeah you do~

The script for this scene originally read "Ben suddenly tries to hug Kenji. But, adorably, he can only grab Kenji's arm (similar to the campfire scene in JWCC)." (Thanks Rocket ehe. I took this description and ran a marathon with it).

So yeah the scene between Ben and Kenji used to be even more... uh... WELL~

I took the time to match up this particular shot and everything:

Ahh I love drawing crying people.

A lot of the dialogue remained the same I think, and the general acting (I tended to push my acting a bit farther than I knew the CG could go)-- it was mostly the staging set up that got changed.

I assume it might have been more of a problem for the animators to deal with if he had been clinging to Kenji for dear life almost the entire conversation haha.

I'm saving the REST of this scene for my full gif set posts, but here's one last bonus I added that DID make it in:

[trobedarchive]

all five hucklerobdon stans please rise for my man on willpower sabrina carpenter edit i made

[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

gets shot to death for experiencing desire

[iheartblondetwinks]

[honeybeeznutz21]

Made this after a blinker and needed to share

[parkchanwoohoo]

A lot of people think they want to be strong, cute, funny, etc when deep down what they're really thinking is "I don't want anyone to think I'm weak," "I don't want to feel undesirable" "I don't want to be disliked" etc. and the difference is with the latter ones you're not really building up your self-esteem so much as outsourcing it to a general audience. I think there's value in occasionally asking yourself whether the traits you want to embody are the result of pursuing something or fleeing something

[killvrkvnt]

are you fucking kidding.

[diviedrawn]

Fantastic 1 + 1 + 1 + 1

[lamespin]

JOHNNYYY

I have not seen this movie yet (i will be soon hopefully) and im not really familiar with his character. i just think he looks neat :P

[prettycalla]

|| make me dream of you ||

Pairing: Johnny Storm/Reader

Summary: Johnny can handle a lot of things. But the feelings he has for you? That's a whole other matter.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags and warnings: Fluff, Johnny catches feelings, assistant reader, Johnny's POV, no use of Y/N.

(I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with this man. But then I saw the film, and well...here I am, in love and a little mad about it. Anyway. Here's a little more Johnny fluff. It's a bit of a short one, but I hope it's okay!)

Johnny Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || Taglist

Johnny's not entirely sure when it happened.

One day, you were his assistant, and the next, you were something else.

Something more.

Things change. He knows that better than most people. He's learned to accept it. Embrace it, even. As exhausting as his life is at times, he wouldn't trade it for the world.

But this...

This is driving him nuts.

He's not a great sleeper at the best of times. He's always struggled with tuning his thoughts out, and after the cosmic storm, it's only gotten worse. He's seen things most people could only dream of. Incredible, terrifying things.

And now his nights are spent alone in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about you. How your eyes light up when you've finally solved an issue with one of the schematics. How you always laugh at his jokes, even the really terrible ones.

That soft smile you give him as you slide a cup of coffee his way, when he's falling asleep in the middle of another all-nighter. No one makes a coffee as potent as you do. It's perfect.

And somehow, all of this is so much scarier than anything he's ever seen up there, among the stars.

At his worst, when it's past 3am and he's still tossing and turning, he thinks about getting you fired. Making up some excuse to get rid of you, or making work so unbearable that you have no choice but to hand in your notice.

But that's selfish, and cowardly, and he feels like an asshole for even entertaining the notion.

But that leaves him with only one other option, and the more he thinks about it, the more he'd rather just disappear into space.

He needs to talk to you. To get all of this off his chest, and hope to God that it doesn't ruin everything.

He feels like he's losing his mind, and the worst part is, you have no idea what you're doing to him.

When he arrives at work the next morning, it's to find you, already set up for the day ahead and in the middle of taking notes.

The irony that he has the ability to fly, and yet he's always late, is not lost on him.

"Morning," you call, as the door clicks shut behind him.

Even that, the casual way you greet him, like you do every morning, leaves him frustrated. You're not even doing anything, you're just being yourself.

"Morning," he forces himself to say, hoping he doesn't sound as bad as he feels.

"Don't worry, I haven't done too much yet," you tell him, your attention still focused on the blueprints laid out across the desk in front of you. "I'm just looking over a few things from yesterday."

Johnny's still standing by the door. Hasn't moved at all. He's not sure if he can remember how.

"Could you bring over the schematics from last week?" you ask, still completely oblivious to the meltdown happening behind you. "They're on the second shelf, in the blue folder."

He could just go home. Say he's sick and run out the door. Anything would be easier than this. Instead, he makes himself walk across the room to do what you asked. He finds the blue folder, neatly filed in amongst the others, and that frustrates him too. Before you came along, this place was a mess. Everything was everywhere. Johnny's thoughts made manifest. And now, everything's colour-co-ordinated and has its own folder, and it all makes sense and he doesn't have to spend hours looking for things anymore.

He turns around, the drawings beginning to wrinkle in his too-tight grip. You're still completely engrossed in your work, pencil in hand as you scribble a note in the blueprint's margin.

"Oh, that should be a four..." you mutter to yourself, your free hand absently searching for an eraser to correct it.

It lies just out of your reach, and you have to stretch yourself across the table to grab it.

In his defence, Johnny tries not to look. Really, he does. But his eyes seem to have a mind of their own, and his gaze wanders down, to where you're practically bent over the table. God, if he could just-

"Oh my God!" he hears you shout in a panicked voice.

It's then that he notices the smoke, rising from the drawings in his hand.

"Oh, shit-"

Without thinking, he tosses them to the ground, stamping the thankfully small flame out before it has a chance to spread. He doesn't move once it's out, just stares at the mess he's made.

"Johnny?"

He sees your shoes next to the ashy pile on the floor.

"Hey, you okay?" you ask softly.

He looks up then, to find you staring at him, your head tilted slightly to one side with a worried expression.

Johnny clenches and unclenches his hand slowly - the one that did the damage.

That's never happened to him before.

At least, not since he figured out how to keep his powers under control.

"I- I don't know what happened," is all he can manage to say.

You smile at him, soft and reassuring.

"It's okay, accidents happen," you reply gently. "Don't worry about them, I made copies."

He feels your hand slip into his, and he frowns. He's still too dazed to bring himself to pull away.

"You shouldn't- Aren't you worried I'm gonna explode again?" he asks, as you guide him across the room to his chair.

You shake your head as you sit down next to him.

"I'm not afraid of you, Johnny," you say, and he can hear the sincerity in your voice.

But God is he afraid of you. Of how you make him feel.

"You wanna talk?" you ask. "I've been told I'm a good listener."

Johnny leans forward a little, elbows resting on his knees as he stares down at his hands. As if he's scared something will happen again.

"I don't know if..."

He swallows, trying to steady his nerves, before he presses on.

"I don't know if you'll wanna hear it," he murmurs.

You reach for him again, and he can't bring himself to pull away from you. Your hands feel so soft, warm in a way that he's not used to. Comforting.

"I promise you I do," you tell him. "We're friends, right?"

Are you friends? Sure, you met when you applied for this job, but it's not really just a work relationship anymore, is it? He spends more time with you than most colleagues would, and you've even been over for dinner a few times. Sue always makes a point of asking how you are, and when Ben's been baking, he'll make a little extra, just for you.

But the real problem is that Johnny doesn't see you as a friend.

It's so much more. And if he's not careful, he could end up with nothing.

But then he makes the mistake of looking up, and his gaze meets yours. Your eyes are so sincere, in a way that makes him want to spill it all across the floor.

He needs to tell you.

"I don't think we are," he replies. "Not anymore."

Your brow knits together in a frown.

"What?" you ask, confusion in your voice. "Did something happen? I-"

Johnny shakes his head, stopping you before you become upset.

"No, no, it's not like that," he says quickly. "It's just-"

He lets out a long, slow breath, and then, in true Johnny fashion, it all comes tumbling out before he can stop it.

"I like you. I...really like you. To the point where I can't stop thinking about you. Every night, I lie awake for hours, and you're all that's on my mind."

He stops himself with a wince.

"I mean, not like that. I wouldn't- It's not how it sounds. Look, I-"

He sighs in frustration.

"I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't want to lose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I guess...I guess I got greedy. Because this, what we have right now...It's not enough for me anymore."

Johnny runs his tongue along his teeth, trying to collect himself. His mouth feels so dry, like he's been talking for hours.

"I understand if you wanna quit. I won't hold it against you," he says, and he can hear how defeated he sounds. "I'd probably do the same, if I were you."

He finally, mercifully, shuts up. His head's pounding, and his heart's no better.

He's never realised how quiet this room is. The silence feels as though it stretches on for an eternity, when the ticking clock on the wall tells him it's only been a few seconds.

"Can I say something?" you ask.

Johnny nods, not trusting himself to speak. His heart feels like it's lodged in his throat.

"I don't want to quit this job. I love it here. Really, I do. But...we have a problem now, and I don't know how we're supposed to get around it."

Here it comes. He holds his breath.

"It's just...Well, I don't know how ethical dating my boss is," you say with a smile.

Johnny's eyes widen. Did you just-

"What?" is all he can say.

A laugh escapes you, and he thinks it might be his favourite sound.

"Think about it. It's a HR nightmare, and we both know it," you tell him, but your voice is light, and you're still smiling.

"I mean, technically Reed is your boss, not me," Johnny replies, trying his best to recover.

You tilt your head from one side to the other, as if mulling it over. Not once have your hands left his.

"Then, I suppose that makes it okay," you say at last.

Johnny just looks at you, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words.

Nothing comes to him. So he does the next best thing. He leans in, gently kissing you on the lips. Your hands squeeze his, and he feels you kiss him back. It's slow, careful, and he knows you're as nervous as he is.

But it's perfect. Because it's you.

It takes him a while to pull himself away, and when he does, it's to see you with the biggest smile on your face.

He's never seen anyone look as beautiful as you do right now.

You turn your head towards the desk.

"Should we maybe...?" you ask, trailing off.

Johnny shakes his head.

"Nah. It can wait another few minutes," he murmurs, as he kisses you again.

If Johnny had to choose from all the stupid risks he's ever taken in his life - and there have been a lot, he'll admit - he thinks this one is his favourite. Because none of the others have ever made him as happy as he is right now.

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[limeletters]

johnny warms you up when you’re sick ₊˚⊹☆

johnny storm x reader — gn!reader, pre-relationship, fluff! 0.7k

You wake up feeling bad. Your eyes ache like they've doubled in size, too big and heavy for their sockets. Your whole head is swimming now that you focus on it. And you're trembling like a flame despite the three layers of blankets you’ve ended up sleeping with. 

You’re not surprised. The last few nights found you crawling into bed much sooner, and at some point, your throat had adopted this irritating scratch. But said scratch has worsened into more of a burn, like you’ve got a mouthful of hot sauce every time you swallow. You should’ve taken Ben’s advice. Take it easy, he said. But easy doesn’t come easy for you. 

In the morning, you’ll blame the fever for fogging your judgement. But really, it’s the thought of Johnny’s hands that gets you tripping out of bed. They’re always warm when he touches you, like he’s sewn little pocket warmers under his skin. And they’re big beside yours, brusque in their movement but still so gentle when need be. 

His door swings open silently under your palm. The room’s quiet apart from the record still spinning on the turntable, a faint crackle where the needle retraces the last groove. 

“Johnny?” you whisper. 

He’s face down on the sheets, arms folded under his pillow, with one leg hiked far enough to lose the blanket. He’s unmoving apart from the steady rise and fall of the linen over his back. 

You take a few steps. Then another few when he doesn’t react. “Johnny,” you call again, stood gawky in the center of his room. Nothing. You bridge the rest of the gap, hovering over his bedside, hand stretching for his shoulder. 

But he shifts then, just before your fingers brush him. His lips smack, and he inhales hard, nose crushed to his pillow. One eye cracks, just a slit, his lashes crusted with sleep. 

“Sorry,” you whisper automatically. 

Johnny squints up at you like you’re aiming a flashlight at his face. He looks terribly tired, sounds it even more. “Hmm,” he whines. 

“Can I sleep in here?”

He stares at you blankly for a long time before he nods. His cheek drops back down to the mattress in defeat as he kneads his eye with a fist. You climb in on the other side and slip under cool covers. It’s still for a beat before the springs creak under his weight. He rolls onto his hip to face you. 

The curtains are parted enough for a slice of the city, washing the whole room in a deep blue, Johnny's face no exception. His eyes are like glaciers in the moonlight.

“What’s wrong?” he rasps. 

“Cold.” 

An understatement from what his ears tell him. He can hear the rattle of your teeth chattering and the shaky little breaths through your mouth. His hand sneaks across the sheets, knuckles laying across your cheek, skipping up to your forehead. 

You feel normal to him, maybe slightly warm. But that’s alarming, considering Johnny runs hot. His body regulates itself a few degrees warmer than the average man. Any other day, your skin’s like porcelain to his. 

“Sick?” he asks. 

“Guess so.”

“Mm. Come here.” 

You fall into his open arms, no hesitation, no room for embarrassment. He’s not your boyfriend, but he’s not nothing either. He couldn’t be, not with this being so easy. His chest is a furnace, bare skin hot under your hotter cheek. You nose your way up his neck. Even stuffy, you can smell yesterday's cologne. 

His hand smooths up your spine. “Take anything?”

“Yeah. Just did.”

Johnny could crank up the heat if he wanted to, soak some more warmth into your poor body using his. But not without risk. He’d rather not have to throw you in an ice bath to get your temperature back down. 

He tucks the blanket around your neck. You’ve stopped shivering, at least. “Better?” he asks. 

“Mhmm.” You thread your leg between his. Your hand curls loosely around his shoulder. “Thanks,” you slur. 

[eurodynamic]

ALEC SECǍREANU as Gheorghe Ionescu GOD’S OWN COUNTRY (2017) dir. Francis Lee

[ferretinsocks]

I did this instead of homework.

[laughconfetti]

Finally someone using this song in a gay way

this is the most I’ve ever watched of this show

[soothedcerberus]

Does anybody remember Dragon Tales? 🥺

[shinonart]

What if abilities changed the appearance of a Pokemon?

Bringing you more earworms. Salazzle is such a cool Pokémon and it deserves more love. Even if it doesn't realize it.

Other Ability Forms posts!

Find me and my art elsewhere!  

[cuntyglam]

vegeta sparkly pfp !!

reblog or like if you use <3

[serenityhime1]

Coloring Book - Now Available!

At long last, the books are available for purchase! You can find them here:

Print SFW: https://mixam.com/print-on-demand/673919b04274b20de985e940

Print NSFW: https://mixam.com/print-on-demand/673926364274b20de985e9b5

Digital versions: https://vegebulcoloringbook.bigcartel.com/

If you purchase a physical copy, you can reach out to me and I can provide you with a digital version for free. For the physical versions, if you use any kind of wet media (paint, heavy markers, etc.), I'm going to recommend putting a sheet of paper behind it or removing the page from the book before coloring.

All proceeds from the sale of these books goes to the Make an Artist Foundation! They focus on bringing art and art education to children around the world. They do incredible work, and you can learn more about their mission here: https://makeanartist.org/

This project has only been possible with the donated time and work and art from so many amazing artists. I am so incredibly grateful for all the love and effort that went into this project. It's so freaking amazing to see how this community has come together for this project.

I will absolutely be posting more about this, but if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask!