#and that. okay now im going to sleep.

[indiegone]

Helion's colour ref bc i kept forgetting how to draw him :'

a little rambling on his lore (may change someday):

Helion, a term in chemistry referring to the nucleus of helium. Forged in Iacon as a science lab field supervisor (specifically for anything that needs cryogenics)

Modeled for versatile and sudden movements, efficiency, and 3 different options for mobility (gliding, hovering, running) at all times.

Flight engines can run on energon, earth jet fuel (both last him a long while), or hydrogen (least effective, used as a last resort).

Runs much cooler than most other bots due to having a cryocooler built in. Carries around a type of fire extinguisher chemical blend at all times (commonly liquid nitrogen) , shoots it out of his arm or foot.

Fled from Nyon, and Cybertron as a whole, when rumors that citizen safety was being threatened, never bothered to look back or figure out who, as long as he got his colleagues and friends there out then they are safe. He does not want to return.

Never changed his Cybertronian helicopter model even when he crash landed on earth at the south pole, decided to become an industrial freezer instead. Got found by some scientists who never bothered to tell anyone out of Antarctica about his existence, they're pretty happy with him around actually!

He adores the job he had on Cybertron and is more than happy to help out the scientists, mostly because of his machine capability of processing chemicals safely for the humans and dispensing it in the exact amount they need. In turn, the scientists bring jet fuel and gives him regular maintenance and system checks.

Mostly docile and prefers to protect and flee than attack. Huge advantage withstanding extreme temperatures and small spaces doesn't guarantee durability against huge impact forces. He knows this well from observation.

The humans would refer to his stance nowadays as an anarchist due to him, while admitting to choose becoming a neutral, would rather take the government and factions that caused this mess down as a whole. He doesn't have any will to take actions as such and does not answer to nor want anything to do regarding his political stance.

Extra information not directly regarding him, but related to his lore in general:

he fled with his colleagues from Nyon, who he's not exactly close to. He barely remembers who they are anymore but he hopes they're alright, even without him to look after them on earth. He does miss his friends who didn't get to see leave from the evacuation.

the "spaceship" they used to escape was the titan who's assigned to accompany Helion's group from Iacon to other places on a regular basis. He was not fond of this titan at first but after some time drifting through space they become quite close. On earth, they got separated upon passing through the atmosphere, this titan would later be referred to as Pacific when Helion finds him again after years pass.

When Pacific does find Helion, he informed him that most of his colleagues and friends have left earth by tagging along with either Autobots or Decepticons, while some did stay on earth under either faction names. Helion feels slightly disappointed at this and asks him to leave, Pacific would not see him again for another 5 years and never spoke of the factions again with him.

Helion secretly feels a little guilty when the humans bring jet fuel to him on one of his first few critical maintenance on earth, it took quite a while for him to be assured that they're equally as happy to share things as he is with them. Sometimes, they would have sleepover parties near the base door connected to the hangar so he doesn't feel lonely.

by human standards, Helion is warm. He knows he isn't by Cybertronian standards though, he is just slightly colder than the average bot. The humans don't care about that apparently, nor did they care about the fact that he hates the ladders being used on maintenance and would rather hold up the tiny flesh beings. Seems like some of them enjoy that.

by size, Helion is about the same size as seekers, if not just being more squared and dense from his Cryocooler/ Industrial freezer alt mode kibbles. He's mostly specialized wires and tubes in a casing, thus hurting his plating won't do too much critical damage. Unless someone cuts off a number of the wires from him and doesn't return it.

his internal chemical processing build and chemical reserves actually allows him to make his own emergency fuel; hydrogen! In reverse, the same system allows Energon to be processed into Nitrogen and other chemicals, but Jet fuel is more complex to process so it makes less chemicals for him to use but lingers as fuel for long.

[mismess]

Man he REALLY doesn't wanna be at this goddamn pool party

[mummer]

just saw asteroid city last night, pls explain the proposed significance of the kiss!!

answering this publicly hope thats ok! cant do a readmore im on mobile *****asteroid city spoilers below beware*****

i dont remember anyones names so this is gonna sound partly unhinged. okay so the edward norton playwright and jason schwartzman actor (not character, in the black and white parts) are lovers right. tbh i thought this was kind of a gag and forgot about it. but later we find out that the playwright died 6 months into the production. i didnt make the connection that THAT’s why the actor-jason has to suddenly leave the stage and freaks out backstage about how he’s not sure he’s Doing it right. hes not talking about acting!! because he himself is literally grieving his lover while he’s playing a character who’s grieving his wife written by his lover so obviously it’s too much!!! actor-jason is trying to find meaning in his death through his writing but there isnt any meaning in death [gerris drinkwater voice] which is what the play is trying to say anyway. he doesnt think he’s performing grief right even in his own life!!! (and tbh it’s the 50s so he wouldnt be able to perform grief publicly anyway!!!!) the play starts with a car accident… anyone would search for some hidden meaning there, some sign…. so when he talks to margot robbie outside it’s not really about finding the CHARACTER’s motivations it’s about the actor himself being able to process the playwright’s death! and adrien brody director was probably also dealing with that too (him and norton seemed to be good buddies) so the whole “sleeping backstage” thing gets a bit sadder maybe? maybe everyone else got this in the theatre and im just stupid lol but crazy making stuff to me!!! the whole story is about sublimated gay grief that cannot be expressed?!?!

the tweet that caught me onto this was here which posits that the playwright’s death was a suicide but i think that’s pretty stupid and unnecessary because the whole thing about the play asteroid city is that death is random and meaningless. im pretty sure that’s what the alien represents— a shocking and absurd event that isnt outright evil or menacing, not something anyone can predict or make sense of, it’s just a thing that happens to you out of nowhere, it doesnt mean anything. he’s a little black figure, he’s death! giving and taking! aagh

[k9effect]

Bradley "Boyfriend" Bradshaw

Messy hair, hickies and soft clothes <3

[moonscape]

my gf said in one of their posts that siffrin was absolutely projecting onto mirabelle when they said those terrible things to her in act 5, but like...siffrin was really projecting onto all of them. mirabelle was doomed to be alone because siffrin had always been alone and would continue to be alone if the group had actually parted ways at the end. odile should've just left him behind, it's her family specialty after all, because siffrin left their own bio family behind and blames themself for that. bonnie had to become strong to protect him because he would always happily put himself in the line of fire if it meant his family would be safe. isabeau was a coward with no stable sense of identity who could "never say what [he] wanted to," because siffrin could never say the words they wanted to about everyone staying together, and because they had forgotten who they used to be when the island disappeared.

[stiffyck]

Desert duo but they are married just for the benefits.

(No one tell them there are no benefits to being married in minecraft.)

[napping-sapphic]

Go for a drive with me until we end up sitting in a parking lot and talking for hours

[b4kuch1n]

pre-marination doobles. dont ask me questions

[birrdify]

jeez smg3 really fell for 4 there

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A thing for @breakfastatmiles' dtyis challenge on instagram :)

Been a while since I drew the world's most favourite boy (like. almost a year ago???? uh woops) I wanted to draw something for Percy's birthday but alas I had no idea what to draw :'') consider this late Percy Jackson b'day art

Variants under the cut

[worstloki]

love the idea of the Avengers adding new members but being stingy about rooms so the OG Avengers each get their own but Bucky and Loki are forced to share one under the guise of it being 'healthy interaction'

[electricpurrs]

i think the "it's rotten work. not to me, not if it's you" quote feels different when you're disabled or neurodivergent or ill in some way. in some translations we get the context that Orestes is specifically worried that it's disgusting or unpleasant to touch someone who's sick.

Philip Vellacott (1972)

David Kovacs (2002)

Orestes, even when talking to someone so close to him, cant help but feel like a weight to those who love him. he sees himself as disgusting, revolting to look at or to touch. a burden to be taken care of.

and while in many translations Pylades replies with "Not for me", in some he also just reaffirms he will do it.

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

Pylades doesn't care whether the task is hard, unpleasant. I'll do it. he cares for Orestes and he will take care of him regardless of how difficult it might be. what Pylades is saying with Not for me, not if it's you, is that even if Orestes feels like a burden himself, Pylades doesn't see taking care of him as a burden, and even if it is, he will do it anyway. because he loves him no matter what.

not to me if its you because i want to take care of you. because its you. because i care about you. because i want to do it for you.

[inkskinned]

maybe i'm a bitch but if i hear you go out of your way to judge someone's weight, i immediately lose trust in you & will probably forever find you a little unbearable . yes also the little floating bar over my head will start reading [hostile]. this is natural and u caused it.

[i-am-a-fan]

For every note this little post gets, i’ll work on my art projects for 2 minutes this month.

[haunted-xander]

So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?

He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.

Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.

But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.

Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.

But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.

It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.

[leaflessfae]

Minors please do not fucking interact I will hunt your dreams and sacrifice your firstborn (please tho fr, stay away.)

I'm in a bit of a hard and soft mood so here's some Whitney brainrot.

Because he fucks you senseless in front of everyone to see until you can't form coherent words, cock-drunk and babbling nonsense while your eyes roll back. Digs his hand into your hair and pulls your head back so everyone can drool at the sight of your fucked out expression as he pounds into you, ruining your pretty little hole. Letting it form a puddle on the ground because you're just so messy and your pussy is such a slut; it can't help but weep and gush for him.

"Let them see," he had leaned down to rumble into your ear when you once mewled about everyone watching and how embarrassing it is. "Let them watch. They should know how much of a slut you are f'me. How good I fuck you stupid."

Makes effort to pry your hair out of your face just so your fat tears are on full display as he wrenches another orgasm out of you. "Fuckin' hell." He laughs, then abuses your cunt some more with harsh thrusts until it's all creamed and full of his cum. Full of him him him.

He only pulls out once he's sure he had emptied his balls into you, then fucking chuckles as he spreads your folds for the audience, his cum flowing out of your swollen cunt in thick globs.

But then, when you're in his bed, splayed out for none other but his eyes, he's almost gentle. Cooing at you with a pout to his lips as he sinks into you. "I know, I know.." even his voice is tender, his arms engulfing your middle and pulling you closer to him. "It's big, I know, sweet slut. You can take it. You're a good, filthy slut; you can take it."

And you take it. Let him coax you into stretching you out and conquering every spot in your walls until he's hammering into you, pretty tip kissing your cervix with every thrust.

"Atta girl– fuck me, atta fucking girl! You dirty fucking slut!" He groans and rasps. And he can barely hold himself back from filling you up on the spot; your lovely little cunt clenching around him so deliciously, begging to be painted with his seed. "You gonna be a good slut f'me and make me cum? Yeah? Yeah– yeah, you do. C'mon, say it with me: Good...fucking...slut."

Your face burns from repeating his words and burns brighter when he makes you do it again when it's not clear enough. It's not your fault; he's hitting all the right places, dragging his cock against your scorching hot walls just the right way. You can't help but mess up and cry out in jumbled mumbles. And when you finally succeed, he leans down to kiss you, messy and filthy, doesn't care that you're drooling on his sheets.

He chuckles against your lips. "Yeah. That's what you are." Sings out in a sultry voice, giving you one last peck before sending ropes of his cum into your cunt. "A good fucking slut."

A/N: no grammar no nothin 🗣🗣🗣🗣 only horny thoughts leave me be aaaa