#Optical sorting

[moggettt]

I used to think it would take a monster to put someone in a place like that office. Especially if the person was himself. But we're not monsters, Mark. Not real ones.

[phemiec]

some little ambigraphic doodles.

a snooty elf boy and a scared Frankenstein’s monster/a sleepy, grumpy penguin with a tummy ache and a chipper waving chick with a blue cap. Super fun to make!

[slythereen]

lestappen playing padel publicly… rbr and christian posting lestappen content… openly supporting their friendship all of a sudden… do you think christian horner sent max on an extraction mission

[compaculaaa]

How did ultra Magnus and alpha Trion feel when they were about to start a family? :D

🤔 what were your thoughts when you guys found out, it was three(or triplets?)

AT: As for how Ultra and I reacted to the news, I didn’t really want to believe it at first

AT: as hard as it is to believe but these are my first sparkling in my 9 billion stellar cycles of being online

AT: and although I was scared, Ultra was always there for me. The one who loved me after cycles of being alone…

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

Ugh everyone dunking on Steven are soooo cringe 🙄

Shane and Ryan are grown men who stood by this decision, so please dunk on them too lmao.

[hopeforchanges]

Hi Hope! Sooooooo if you're not too busy pampering yourself just yet to go see revenge of the sith, I'm salivating for a power couple au snippet. That CNN interview .... It fucked me up, Hop. It fucked me up.

impeccable timing annie! i'm on pto today for research purposes (no really!!! lol) but I am indeed going to see ROTS later tonight. I'm taking a friend who's never seen it before so I'm excited to expose her to the movie!

i always have the time for a lil' power couple au update though! after all, if i do not oblige, it will be bad for the:

Optics part 6 (892 words)

It’s late. The ocean’s loud tonight—waves slamming against the rocks like they’re angry too. The lights in the house are off, save for the kitchen. One lamp, low and warm. The only soft thing in the room.

Obi-Wan is sitting at the kitchen table. Shoulders hunched. Hair damp from the rain. He hasn’t changed out of his travel clothes—blazer folded over the back of the chair, sleeves rolled up, shirt wrinkled like he’s been pulling at it.

Anakin steps inside, slow. His boots leave wet marks on the old tile. The windows shudder with the wind behind him. He’s still holding his phone. Still rereading the same headline.

SKYWALKER SAYS RELATIONSHIP “NOT ALWAYS SAFE”—IS IT OVER FOR THE STAR & SENATOR?

The interview wasn’t supposed to air yet. Not until next week. Not after the announcement. Not after the ring.

He’d said it weeks ago. Before the engagement. Before he knew—before he could say it differently.

Obi-Wan doesn’t look up.

“You said I wasn’t safe.”

Anakin’s heart catches.

“I didn’t mean you,” he says quickly. “I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking about you. I was talking about the circumstances. The stress. Palpatine sniffing around again. The cameras. Not you.”

Obi-Wan finally looks at him. The lamp light carves hollows into his face, softens nothing.

“I watched you say it,” he says. “You looked calm.”

“I was performing,” Anakin says, stepping forward. “That’s what I do.”

“And is that what this is?” Obi-Wan’s voice stays low. “The ring? The house? Is this just part of your performance?”

The chain around Anakin’s neck feels heavier than ever. The ring beneath his shirt, warm from his skin, swings slightly as he moves. He grips the fabric where it rests.

“We weren’t engaged when I said it.”

Obi-Wan stares at him. Waiting.

“I wouldn’t say it now.”

“But you did,” Obi-Wan says. “You said it, and people believe it, and now I don’t know if you believe it.”

Anakin swallows. The ocean rages against the cliff. The silence between them stretches taut and cruel.

“I don’t hide you,” he says. “I hide us. There’s a difference. You know that.”

“Do I?” Obi-Wan asks, standing now. “Because you get to wear me like a secret. You get to make jokes about how hard it is, how unsafe it feels. But this is my life too, Anakin. What do you think you are to me?”

Anakin steps forward. “I didn’t mean it like that—”

“You did,” Obi-Wan says. “And I don’t know how to live with even a slight possibility of making you feel … God. Unsafe. Not out there. Not here. Not in this house where everything is supposed to be ours and real and true.”

He passes Anakin in the hallway, gentle as a ghost.

He doesn’t slam the door.

He never slams the door.

Anakin stays in the kitchen. The rain pounds the windows. The wind rattles the glass. The ring under his shirt presses hard into his chest, like it’s trying to remind him it’s real.

And still—he feels like he’s losing him.

***

The house is cold by the time Anakin climbs the stairs.

He doesn’t turn on the light. The ocean is still there, loud and relentless beyond the windows, but inside, everything is quiet. Still. He moves like a shadow, barefoot, the chain around his neck brushing against his chest with each step.

When he slips into bed, Obi-Wan doesn’t move.

He’s lying with his back turned, shoulders tense beneath the sheets, spine rigid with the weight of all the things that weren’t said.

Anakin presses in behind him. No clothes. No words. Just skin, heat, and a quiet desperation he can’t hold back anymore.

He wraps his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist. Presses his face between his shoulder blades.

And cries.

It starts slow. Then sharp. His chest shudders. His fingers tremble against Obi-Wan’s skin. He doesn’t want to wake him—but he needs to say it. Needs to undo it.

“I didn’t mean it,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean you.”

Obi-Wan stirs. Breath catches.

“There’s no one—no one—I’ve ever felt safer with than you,” Anakin says, the words wet and broken. “But I don’t feel safe. Because you’re not safe. Not because of this. Not because of us.”

Obi-Wan shifts, rolls over, and the sight of Anakin’s face—red-rimmed, tear-wet, pleading—makes his heart stutter.

“Anakin,” he says softly.

Anakin shakes his head. “It’s Palpatine.”

That stops everything.

Obi-Wan’s breath stills. His hand, which had been gently tracing Anakin’s shoulder, drops to the mattress.

“What do you mean?” he asks, voice calm in the way that means he’s not calm at all. He sits up slightly, eyes catching the silver glint of the chain against Anakin’s bare chest. “What do you know?”

Anakin doesn’t answer right away.

Obi-Wan takes his face in both hands, kisses his forehead, his nose, his lips. Like that will keep him from slipping away. Like reassurance is armor.

“Anakin,” he says again, urgent now. “Tell me what you know about Palpatine. About his dealings.”

Anakin blinks. His lips tremble.

“I wasn’t supposed to know anything. But I do. And now I don’t know what to do with it.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes go dark.

And the safety Anakin clings to—the warmth of the bed, the arms that hold him, the ring around his neck—suddenly feels terrifyingly fragile.

[phoenixcatch7]

Made a post recently about sephiroths hair being weird (because it absolutely is, don't deny me) and I compared it to polar bears offhandedly. But the idea stuck so I did some research.

So basically polar bears aren't actually white, their hair is actually hollow and transparent! This captures and reflects enormous amounts of light, turning them white and allowing them to blend in with the blinding snow. Their actual skin is black. You can see this a little when human hair goes white, their follicles stop producing melanin and the colour runs out like printer ink. Unlike polar bear fur, it can get kinda limp without the extra substance.

But the important thing about polar bear fur is that their hair is intended to be hollow to reflect, and thus it's a bit more refined. This allows them at their shiniest, freshly grown in new fur, to take on an almost luminescent sheen just like the snow they hide in.

The important thing about this is that that is also exactly how fibre optics work.

Conclusion: if someone presses even a faint a coloured light to sephiroths head, his whole mass of hair will start glowing evenly the entire way down.

Secondary conclusion: sephiroth puts on a crown of coloured glow sticks and his hair turns into a rainbow trail.

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

You go to war with the army you have but I am getting very tired of organizing with liberals and anarchists

[sporco-filth]

Om a different note, has your tumblr banner been changing? Every now and then I look at the picture of the amazingly filthy room, and I swear it got messier/dirtier the last time I looked at it

No, the image has not been changed since this blog was made (I mean the file on my computer, and so the image in the banner can't be different either).

BUT... this actually alludes to something and I will reward your question with a sneak peak. Because, you see, this picture is from my still-in-development slob game (it's fallen to the wayside over the holidays but I'm planning to start work again soon). And in that game, the room actually does in fact start out neat and becomes messier. The version shown is the end result.

The image though is based off this shot from this episode of Portlandia:

In the game, everything starts out clean:

And then if you lower the cleanliness points to 0 it looks like this:

I'm still working on the in-between stages though.

There are other rooms (lounge, bedroom, bathroom) but those I started from a clean room and am building up to a messy room, so they're relatively cleaner currently:

(this is the messiest one so far, but it's still got a long way to go. It's not even halfway yet)

I know I said I wouldn't spoil things by showing my work in progress but eh... you lot have been waiting too long for me to draw these things so at least you can see I've made some progress.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Did you know you can do admech however you want?

Its true!

Some are weird centipede adjacent (Cawl)

Some look like dreadnoughts (Magos Prime)

Wings? Go for it, wing style jump packs exist both in DH and now on table top

Claws? Again those funky skitarii

The flesh is weak. The flesh is also boring. Go nuts. Make some fucked up cyborgs. You don't even need to give them deep motivation beyond "you know what would be neat?"

And, after all, there was the Horse Inquisitor. Nothing the admech do to themselves can be as weird as the Horse Inquisitor (Golesh Constantine Pheppos Heldane)

I interpreted the first line of this ask in a whole other direction. Anyway.

I agree, we need more weird and zany techpriest bodies. You know how esoteric and specific PC builders can get at their upper echelons? AdMech are basically that vibe distilled and splashed across the pages of a religious text. More cool ones, more creepy ones. We need… biblically accurate AdMech.

[izpics]

Now you see him, now you don't, June 2025

[strollsroyce]

i regret to inform the chat that the prep cook i have a crush on is (a) married (or essentially so), and (b) breathtakingly gorgeous out of uniform

[the-cryptographer]

Favourite Female Characters Poll

Was tagged by @syrupwit Thank you!

Rules: make a poll of your favourite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

I haven't been keeping up with my dash and don't know whose done one of these or been tagged for them so far. (If you've already done one you can link me in the replies maybe?) but I will go ahead and tag @rainstormcolors, @sturionic, @tinygigas, @superspy-anon, @nightmarewing, @ephemeronidwrites, and if anyone else wants to do this, feel free to and tag me.

[inspectorspacetimerevisited]

Whenever something is set up as being absolutely impossible,

expect the Inspector to sort it out in a matter of minutes.

‘All this with only a barbecue, some cable and a pocket knife!’

[v4visms]