#That whole thing With Devastator

[seraphim-seeker]

I need to get back to finish G1 Transformers…

Purely for Jazz and Mixmaster but also the weird psychological horror shit that happens

Also I just need more fuel for my Constructicons x Omega Supreme rarepair

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[valkugo]

I know how fun this night will be. I'm gonna go home with Dad.

Sirens (2025)

[ahoyimlosingmymind]

jason forever resenting Tim because Tim's rich ass chose to drop out of high school, meanwhile Jason grew up knowing he was likely to be one of the statistics of 'Kids growing up in poverty/unstable homes don't tend to graduate' (further cemented by his time being homeless in ELEMENTARY school with both parents dead or imprisoned) until he gets taken in by Bruce and suddenly...

maybe not.

Maybe he will get to graduate.

And... man, he never thought he'd get anywhere near college but it's becoming a reality, something he could have. And he doesn't take a second of it for granted.

then he's brutally murdered. In his Freshman (sophomore?) year.

and then, his adopted brother, whom he already has a host of issues with, who comes from money, fucking drops out of high school.

[padmesbox]

Hangman reacts to AEW: Figure Fighters

[wolfythewitch]

a little reunion animatic

[crookedghosts]

nobody wants to hear me out on this but this is how both the Leo return in ToA AND the Percabeth reunion in MoA should have gone... ���🫣

[jesuisnilunnilautre]

PLEASE i need harry wilson and sophie devereaux romance NOWWWW. like obviously theyre not sophie/nate whirlwind romance meet-ugly soulmates but like. she catches him stealing the rembrandt. she tells him about her journey becoming a better person and watches him try to do better. she’s kind to him and he’s kind to her AND to her family. he’s bonded with their team in his own right. she takes off her ring while she looks fondly after him as a symbol of how she has progressed enough through her grief that she is capable of living life beyond nate. they’re both a little bit bi. he points out her blindspots like how she used to do with nate. she’s the first person he goes to when the team unearths something of his and he needs to be honest. they aren’t equals but they are partners. they share quiet moments of humor and comfort. he apologizes to her first. they ask each other for help. they both know what it’s like to love someone as one person and become another after they lose their partner - one way or another. theyre both parents trying to do better for their kids after they reconciled. and most of all they LIKE each other.

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Headcanon that for a few months, or maybe even years after the portal incident, Stanley would have to go sit in his car to cool off when he felt big emotions like panic or anger or sadness because for 10 years his car was his safe space and home

Headcanon that a few days a week at the very beginning he still slept in his car no matter how buried in snow it was, just because he wasn't used to sleeping in a bed in a house and part of him believed he didn't deserve that comfort

Are you guys hearing me?

[thefluxsystem]

Ever since being diagnosed with OCD, I keep wondering how many people are in the same position I was only a few months ago: Believing that their intrusive thoughts are who they are because they’ve never been told otherwise.

I have looked into OCD multiple times over the years— which was why I was so convinced I didn’t have it. I didn’t hear the term “moral scrupulosity” until I was given my diagnosis. I didn’t know that my ceaseless, exhausting mental war over whether or not I’m a good person counted as intrusive. I didn’t know ripping yourself apart for things you could have done or could have said after every conversation, often to the point of tears, was not normal behavior.

Because I didn’t know these thoughts were intrusive, they were confirming themselves. I thought that making myself feel this way was right, as if it were divine punishment from a god I don’t believe in for the sin of being alive. That makes sense, I’d think. I am Bad and deserve to Suffer.

I figured everyone else felt this way too. I figured that they must handle it better than I can, which I counted as another moral failure on my part.

Finding out that no, most people aren’t fighting their own thoughts this hard every moment of every day, has changed my life. It’s still hard not to think that I deserve the suffering I put myself through, but I have an out now. Before, the only answer I had was of course I deserve it. Now, I can think deserve or not, this is a disorder in my brain that’s not meant to happen.

It tortures me. How many people are going through life believing their intrusive thoughts are just their thoughts? And how much would change for them if they knew that wasn’t true?

[acequinz]

Listen JGY and JC could have bonded over having shitty fathers who could care less about them while having mother's who wanted the world for them.

But they got stuck like divorced parents without even getting married....

[odd-drive]

Album art for Homeless Romantic III & IV by Lost in the Sauce, a DIY punk artist based in Oneonta, New York

[boggy-rat]

quick phone doodle cause that scene is not leaving my brain

[rabbithaver]

"Whereas Silver, I would think, for all of his openness and naivety... is hesitant to make new friends, because he's used to seeing them die. You don't want to make connections after a point, but he is also, y'know, clearly desperate to make connections, because he's a people person. He likes other people, he wants to be around other people, he wants to protect people." -- Ian Flynn, on Silver the hedgehog

(NOTE: this quote is from an upcoming Espilver BumbleKast Mini sponsored by @transmanshadow!)

[turtleplushi]

A few narrators. Some of them are even in color (kind of)

[coalitiongirl]

Regina cuts her off, her stomach roiling. “You talk about me with Henry?” Emma shrugs. “You come up sometimes. He really does care about you. And I think you care about him.” “You think?” Regina demands, and her fists tighten. “You think?” Emma turns away from her, focuses on Henry on his swing. Regina follows suit, letting the sight of him calm her. He’s going higher and higher, and he kicks off his shoes when he’s at the top of the swing, sending them flying across the playground. It’s so normal, so much like a scene from a year ago, before everything had fallen apart. “I wasn’t sure,” she says. “I didn’t know if you…if you saw him as something to have. Or if you really loved him.” Regina seethes. Something in her chest withers and dies. She’s furious. She isn’t hurt, because she will never give Emma Swan the power to hurt her again. “This town still stands only because Henry is inside of it. And you think that I don’t love him?” Emma doesn’t respond to the threat, which had been stupid and will set Regina’s time with Henry back again, she’s sure. “You didn’t kiss him. When he was…after he ate that turnover. You didn’t even try to kiss him awake.” Regina had sat in the hospital room and wept, had felt the world falling apart around her, and no, she had not kissed Henry as Emma had. How arrogant it is, to believe that a kiss can work magic. How privileged it is for the laws of the world to break only for you. “I am no Charming,” she spits. “I don’t get beautiful fairytales, and I don’t expect them. Forgive me for being a realist.” Emma is silent. When Regina turns, Emma is watching her again, and there is a lingering something in her eyes. Not quite pity, not quite sorrow. But understanding, and Regina hates seeing it more than anything else. Hates the way that her heart leaps, and the next few breaths hitch and don’t emerge right.