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Chaos Postin

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AAWWWW I got *blocked* by them? Awww

You owe me $100 per grossass ask you send me. That's $200 total for these two, @sjokohama

Venmo is BogSwanCafe. I expect the funds by midnight Pacific tonight.

Thought these got lost in the mix? Nah, I was biding my time. Step to it. You send me this garbage to read, I charge my time's worth.

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You owe me $100 per grossass ask you send me. That's $200 total for these two, @sjokohama

Venmo is BogSwanCafe. I expect the funds by midnight Pacific tonight.

Thought these got lost in the mix? Nah, I was biding my time. Step to it. You send me this garbage to read, I charge my time's worth.

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hear me out…

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Since your Falconer Soundwave sees his co workers as animals, wouldn’t it be funny if Ravage is actually also a regular person but he views her as a cat like everyone else? Lol just a silly thought 💗

I thought this was pretty cute so I whipped up a quick human Ravage design just for this 😌 is it canon to the Falconer Soundwave au? Ehhhh, I mean probably not? Idk yet. Or maybe it’s that Soundwave sees Ravage as a person though she’s really a cat, and then other people as animals 🙄 this boy is weird as always… also I wasn’t gonna draw all the spots on panther Ravage ain’t no way. I’d say Soundwave is like the snow leopard to Ravage’s panther leopard 🐆 (or ravage’s jaguar, I haven’t decided between the two yet)

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[FREIGHTER X MINER AU]

A very corny and cheesy AU to heal the soul

Orion is a middle-class bot, he works in the ports as the one who loads and unloads the ships that arrive to the city. In his spare time he studies a degree in physics and mechanics.

D-16 is a low-class bot, who works as a miner, he has no time to study, but he likes literature and art, he finds a way to do something about it. Being always very sentimental.

By fate they both met and what started as a casual friendship, evolved in two lovers, who are very different but complement each other as if they had the same spark.

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We're out here making handsewn button Sensory Tools for folks! This is an XL version, and I'll be making smaller patches for adding to bags, vests, or to keep in a pocket.

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Welp. No more Anon asks anymore.

The spam is getting out of hand.

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finding a term that you’ve never heard before but it resonating with you so deeply is a really cool experience

and that is why research on queer identities, whether gender, sexuality, or romance, is so needed!

from Ace Voices by Eris Young

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worlds slowest fanfic author tries really really hard

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Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

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Guess what?

It's posted.

Held Open

Preview!

Ship: Dinobot/Reader

Mature: ambiguous gender, 2nd person present tense POV

Rough Draft

He stares at you, nostrils flaring at the scent of what he had interrupted.

Fuck.

The massive Utahraptor takes slow steps, soundless, inevitably closing the distance until he stands two feet away. Gooseflesh raised on your arms, frozen mid-motion. You can see the flutter of his nostrils, taking in the scent of you, and realize that you’ve been well and fully caught red-handed. A feathered crest threatens to lift and show his emotions, but you catch the sight of his tail, and somehow manage to not compare it to how a cat’s would mimic a pipecleaner in shock. (He wouldn’t appreciate it in this setting, nope.)

“Tempting feast you have laid for me.”

Your mouth opens, closes, and you realize that there is nothing to say. He’s right. You’re bare as the day you were born, blankets a rumpled mess at the foot of your bed, legs spread, and already starting to sweat with your rising self-pleasure. You know you’re blushing down to the middle of your sternum, and you also know that he has enjoyed watching you (smelling you?) flush with emotions over the last month.

“Did you want me or is there another you desire that drives you so?” he rumbles, the last syllables little more than a hiss.

You shake your head, nod, shake it again, then whine.

“Speak, human.”

“You. O-only you.”

“Mmm. Good pet.”

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Today I’d like to celebrate my biggest career accomplishment since moving to California. I made an animated short called ISCREAM. The social media team got fired before my short was ever announced. I decided I deserve a post, just the same as all my peers who were posted on the studio social media.

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I grew up in city New England but spending time liberally around the region and lemme say that driving down a road like that isn't what's scary, friends. Not even driving down a road like that at 3am, what's known as the witching hour.

No, you see, it's camping in a woods near a road that shouldn't have people driving on it at 1am . . . and the car slows down.

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thinking about edvard munch's "The Sun" (1911)

like yeah thats how it feels. thats what it feels like to exist sometimes. he gets it

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sorry i haven't read your fic yet it's been in my open tabs for 8 months