#bumble thoughts

[bubblegumbeech]

If I see one more asshole take where someone projects their religious trauma on the Jedi because someone else said the Objectively Correct truth that the Jedi are the good guys in Star Wars I am going to lose my fucking mind.

No one is forcing anyone to be a Jedi.

They aren’t repressing their emotions, they are fucking telepaths and know it is important to regulate their emotions or it can literally affect the minds of the people around them.

They only fight when they feel they have no choice whether that’s for their own defense or the protection of others

They argued against the war and only joined because the Separatists were destroying entire planets, despite repeatedly telling the government in control of them that they were peacekeepers not soldiers

The “slave army” was treated as less than sentient by everyone *except* the Jedi who did what they could to protect them knowing that putting non-Jedi in charge would lead to them being treated like canon-fodder instead of people risking their lives

The term Master isn’t the same as the term for Slave Master and is much closer to the Japanese word Sensei or the Chinese word Shizun and implying otherwise is genuinely a unique type of stupidity—-they aren’t speaking English.

Anakin refused to confront his emotions. Anakin refused to try and heal his trauma. The Jedi around him tried to help and he refused every fucking time. No one was chaining him down to the Jedi order—if he wanted to leave so he could freely marry Padme and be emo and shitty to people he could have. He didn’t, and he broke his vows to the Jedi order because he wanted the best of every world because he couldn’t understand the BASIC JEDI CONCEPT OF LETTING THINGS GO

BECAUSE THEYRE FUCKING MONKS. THEYRE MONKS. JUST BECAUSE YOU CANT IMAGINE LIVING A LIFE LIKE A MONK DOES DOESNT MEAN THAT THEY ARE SOMEHOW THE BAD GUYS BECAUSE THEY HAVE THEIR OWN RELIGION THEY ARE ACTIVELY PARTICIPATING IN AND THAT YOU CAN STOP BEING WHENEVER YOU FUCKING WANT AND IF ONE MORE PERSON BLAMES THEM FOR THE SLAVERY IN THE OUTER RIM I WILL LOSE MY FUCKING MIND AS IF THERE ARE NOT COUNTLESS CANON JEDI THAT HAVE TRIED TO HELP WHEN THEY CAN THERE ARE LESS JEDI THAN INHABITED PLANETS IN THE FUCKING GALAXY DO YOI NOT UNDERSTAND THAT?????

[bubblegumbeech]

Wait this makes me think the Harkers are actually the start of the Addams family. Like, the reason it’s so hard to kill an Addams is because Jonathan and Mina are barely even human (if they are at all) anymore and they have big “you don’t have to be blood to be family” vibes with the suitors and Van Helsing etc

Dracula sequel concept:

none of that “Dracula actually survived” nonsense. in fact all monster hunting shenanigans is in the background only.

instead it’s about someone who is seeking to court Quincey Harker and has to deal with him and his family being Like That.

just. imagine. gothic romcom.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

i liked repairing space bridges

[swordsandholly]

Comfort Creator

Ghost who downloads tiktok only because Soap and Gaz made him so they could send him memes. He hates the app. Thinks everyone on it is just talking way too much about nothing. Finds the consumerism and attention seeking to be beyond annoying.

Ghost who still finds himself scrolling when he needs a mental break from paperwork.

Eventually, he realizes he keeps getting fed this one creator’s videos. It’s the tea reviews that reel him in. They’re nothing special, just them sitting in front of the camera sipping on some artesian tea while chatting about their day and the flavors.

Before long, though, he’s watching all their content. From random rambles to outfit videos to movie talks. They just have a very soothing voice is all. Nothing to do with their pretty face or obviously too-kind disposition. A sweet little thing; so unlike him.

He officially follows three people now.

The thing about Ghost is, he doesn’t sleep. Well, he does, but it’s either like the dead when he’s exhausted himself beyond what his body can handle or fraught with nightmares. He isn’t sure what compels him to do it the first time, but Ghost puts on his their tea review playlist; just lets it play through while he lays in bed. He’s never slept so well. Somehow their voice just makes everything else quiet - like it flips a switch in some primal part of his brain.

At some point he comes across the term “comfort creator” and realizes that’s exactly what he’s got.

A few months pass and Ghost finds himself on medical leave with absolutely nothing to do and all the time in the world. He decides to try some of tea his favorite little creator has reviewed - even some of the bad ones, just to see if he agrees. Maybe he’ll find a new favorite to keep on base.

He makes his way to a local high-end tea shop. All loose leaf and custom blends from various brands and places around the world. He’s far too aware of how out of place he looks - a hulking man in all black and an arm cast in this frilly little shop. A real bull in a china shop.

Ghost’s back goes ram rod straight when an all too familiar voice tries to get his attention. He turns comically slowly, heart pounding in his ears. There they are, tapping his arm and asking if he’ll be so kind as to get that strawberry rose blend down from the top shelf that’s just out of reach. He does, of course, spluttering through an awkward “you’re welcome” and kicking himself when they scamper away to the register before he can introduce himself.

But now he knows they’re close, a shop they must frequent, and has plenty of time on leave. All he has to do is find the right opportunity to make proper conversation. How hard could that be?

[phantom-peachie]

HUUHH ❤️⁉️

[bubblegumbeech]

I’ve invented a couple. I’d have to dig through my fics but Forgoent is like a blue flower similar looking to a forget me not as well, but is just used for tea and it like relaxes you while also being neon blue.

Would anyone like to make up Danny Phantom Herb Lore with me...? I think that there is a lot of untapped potential as far as there being natural ways to deal with ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe (eg. Blood Blossoms) and I think that it would be fun to expand that idea to include more flowers and herbs!

So uh... Maybe send me some flowers and herbs to make up herb lore on...?

[fairsweetlonging]

imagine if after the transmigration shen qingqiu became a combination of shen yuan and shen jiu, not in a "second person living in my head" kind of way, but a "this house is haunted and carries the echoes of the dead" kind of way; imagine shen yuan having nightmares about a house, a fire, a faceless boy behind a door he can't remember; imagine him having flashes of emotions he doesn't understand, rage at a name he doesn't recognize, helplessness when yue qingyuan apologizes for something he won't mention, nausea when ning yingying says the name "a-luo"; imagine parts of his own self have changed too, how he now likes bows in his hair, pretty flowers and flowing robes, but can no longer stand a stranger's touch, a man's touch, yet he longs for the brothels, but never sexually, only fondly, like there's something there he misses. there are many empty spaces in his heart where he feels something is missing

[spicy-apple-pie]

Pov your mom and dad are fighting

based off this low res comic panel lol

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Wait in the cat au would bee become a nekomata if shockwave killed him or is old age the only way?

If it did work I get the feeling shockwave would somehow become worse since bee would be adjusting to essentially being a new creature with strange new powers

He would become a Bakeneko if Shockwave manages to kill him! Ironically this would make his power specialty more similar to Kitsune as Bakeneko are known to transform into humans. (Bakeneko is also an change a cat can become through old age because things just happen to old cats). So Shockwave would be disappointed for a moment before realizing this is still an opportunity to use his experience to teach the newly made yokai.

If killing Bumblebee DID make him a Nekomata Shockwave would be insufferable about it. He loves seeing himself in Bumblebee and would try to force him to kill and eat humans, y'know like all kits need to learn.

This ask also made me think about this au too much and now the team is here. The plot would generally be that they're cats who protect humans from yokai and they live with Sari at her family shrine which is where Bumblebee and Bulk escapes to after getting away from Shockwave. Yes Ratchet is a Nekomata he is an old old kitty who thinks about the War often. He teaches Bumblebee what it actually means to be a magical cat and clears up that if Shockwave kills him it will with 90% surety make him dead dead.

Sari can also talk with cats. We're not worrying about that.

[hotarufutaba]

i really love this dinobot... game lock

[nugulover69]

Julian and Quark commiserating with each other over "losing" Jadzia (read: never had a shot in hell) and ruminating over how unlucky they are with women

Gentlemen what if I told you there's a solution to this problem that doesn't involve Jadzia. or women

[bubblegumbeech]

Modern AU for the Murderbot Diaries except everyone still calls it SecUnit.

When asked by anyone they say it’s an inside joke cause it works as a Security Guard. And when pressed for its real name the PresAux crew are just like: “what are you a cop?”

[morarenga]

I love this Louie's semi-cannon notes about other Nintendo sidekicks

[im-just-a-little-freak]

was supposed to be a nice walk in the woods

(tw: Vore, safe vore, soft vore, robot violence, decepticon attempting to kill a human)

You’d always wondered who that yellow car belonged to.

You’d see it driving around your area every so often, it was a nice car, but you wondered where it came from, it wasn’t exactly like you knew anyone in your area to have ‘Camaro money’ although you didn’t exactly think it came from your immediate area, considering you didn’t see it that often, either way, you where a bit jealous of whoever drove it.

But that jealousy wasn’t on your mind at that moment, today, you were going for a walk on your day off, and a nice national park was your chosen destination, it was a bit of a drive over, but eh, you got time, it was kinda shit that your friends hadn’t come with you, despite promising they would, but yet again, eh.

It was quiet and smelt strongly of pine, the sky was relatively clear, and it wasn’t too hot, or too cold, and not too sunny, an overall good day.

At least so far.

As you did walk up though, you heard a distant heavy thumping, every so often, you looked around, slightly confused, as your eyes slowly panned around to look at the dense forest, you saw nothing but more pine trees, so you shrugged it off, maybe it was distant machinery, probably a lumber company.

You kept on your way, but you kept listening, pausing slightly, why was it getting…louder? It was not coming from where you were heading, it was coming from somewhere behind you, you looked behind yourself again, unease creeping in as you slowly kept walking.

You walked up a small hill in the path, slowly speeding up, you may have considered yourself a rational person, but something felt off. What the hell was that noise, and why was it getting closer?

The question weighed heavy on your mind as you processed forward, you were going to enjoy this walk, and anyway, it was probably just some natural phenomenon, one you may not understand, but you were sure there was a perfect explanation for what sounded like the footsteps of a giant slowly getting closer and closer…the thought didn’t comfort you much.

Logical explanation or not, you had a sinking feeling in your stomach, one that made you stop enjoying the scenic woods, and instead look back to the noise every few seconds, you still couldn’t see anything, the forest was dense, and the ground uneven, the dips in the landscape hiding whatever was making those noises…you shook your head, why where you this nervous, you weren’t five years old! Why were you so scared? It wasn’t as if some giant monster was going to swoop down and eat you! 

Either way, the unease didn’t leave, but after some time, the sound finally started to get further away, thank. God. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, but then realised how much of a goon you looked. That worked up over what was just a noise, a noise with strange reverberation sure, but for fucks sake, it’s not like there are bears out here! You had nothing to fear.

You continued on the trail, now determined to finish this, the noise finally stopping as you speed-walked away.

Around thirty minutes later, you stopped, sat down, took some food you’d got on the way up, and ate, yep, tasted like gas station food, you didn’t exactly have huge expectations anyway.

And that’s how most of the rest of the walk went, every so often, you’d sit and eat, before going again, and your mind sometimes wondered to your friends, it was lonely out here, and even though that wasn’t that horrible, it was rather desolate, you’d probably be less nervous if your friends where here, and maybe just some company would be nice, even if it was just walking in silence, it would be nice to feel like you weren’t the only living person in the world.

After a while, you’d forget all about the noise, when yet again, you heard it, it had been at least an hour, but you heard it, louder than last time, and that panic came back ten times, you looked, and your eyes widened, oh god what the fu- 

You bolted out of the way as two giant robots brawled, beating chunks of metal out of one another as they almost ran over you, and at that moment you wondered if you’d shifted out of your reality and into some kinda anime, but that barely stayed on your mind as you bolted away from the clashing titans.

You ran far enough away when you paused…well, you’d need evidence if you were to tell anyone.

As discreetly as you could, you took out your phone, flipped it open and filmed as you attempted to hide behind a bolder, silently watching.

You silently observed the metal giants' battle, one was yellow and the other was dark purple, the battle was close, both shooting and knocking chunks of metal out of one another a blue fluid splattered on the trees and mossy ground.

You bolted to the side again as the bright yellow one was just about thrown into the rock you hid behind, making a loud clang, it didn’t move for a moment, before it turned, staring at you with round, blue eyes, you were frozen, staring back, eyes wide as saucers.

The yellow bot got up quickly to get away from the purple one, knocking it to the side before reaching to grab you before it was tackled by the purple robot again! They wrestled for a moment, before the yellow one, yet again, got away from the other, beeping almost fearfully as it lunged at you again! This time, you couldn’t get away fast enough as you were caught in its metal palm.

Struggling and shrieking as you were brought towards its face, you froze as it stared at you, almost studying you like you were a particularly interesting bug it had found, it beeped again, raising its free hand almost as if to calm you, before it was hit yet again by the purple one, causing you to shriek again and the large yellow robot to attempt to move away from the purple bot, kicking it in the chest and pulling you closer, beeping more.

You, meanwhile, were terrified for your life, attempting to get away from the large robot that held you like a vice, and also trying to avoid the other from grabbing you with those pointed fingers.

However before the sharp purple digits could grasp you, you were shoved headfirst into a tight, damp, metallic space, you were frozen, trying to understand what just happened, when the space started to pull you towards, upside down, you kicked out, before as a thick ‘gulp’ sounded through the air, and you understood where you where, and what was happening.

You kicked out harder as you realised you were being eaten by the yellow bot, but your descent didn’t slow it was dark, with mild blue light as you were only pulled lower and lower into the body of the metal giant, seemingly without mercy, even as you kicked, screamed, and begged, it didn’t stop.

As you pulled back to kick again, you were dropped into a larger space, probably the stomach, or tank, it was a machine anyway, didn’t matter what it was, you kept fighting against the organ, and continued to screech out, before you where thrown to the other side of the small space as the bot around you continued to fight.

It was more muffled inside, but you heard metal beat against metal, still clear as day in the space, although your holder seemed slower than when you filmed it, maybe you were a bit heavy to it.

As The memory of you filming the battle filled your mind as you occupied the space, you remembered your phone, quickly pulling it out and opening it just to realise…no bars…shit.

You angrily threw your phone to the side, not breaking it, before sitting, trying to steady yourself as you were squeezed and jostled by the battle.

Tears welled in your eyes before you realised, oh, oh this was an interesting way to die, eaten by an alien, who’d have guessed, not you, you supposed not anyone.

You notice as your holder stopped moving so violently, or the metal clanking slowing down to a stop, must have been a while, but long it was you began to fall asleep, still unaware of the fact your body was still intact, but still, you became tired, laying curled up in the glowing blue organ, maybe it’d be better if you didn’t feel being digested.

And like that, you slept, silently and soundlessly, the next few hours of semi-cautiousness were a blur of soft beeping, blue light, and an odd moment where you got into a familiar yellow car, where you fell back into a deep sleep as it drove again.

When you opened your eyes, you heard more beeping it was a bit louder than when you first heard it, but it was still quiet enough to not become annoying, you opened your eyes and you looked at an odd car dashboard, glowing a familiar blue with panels you didn’t understand.

You stared at the panel, before listening to the beeping, you didn’t understand, but you could pick up a hint of what sounded like concern, whatever you heard, you found a small comfort in it as you sat.

The door opened beside you, your house was just outside, you looked to your side, no driver.

You paused, looking at the dashboard again as you slowly stepped out on shaking legs, you were still very tired. It was darker, and cold, despite you encountering the metal titan at rather early in the afternoon.

You looked at the car as you heard the door shut, before it sped off, in your sleepy haze, you recognised the same yellow Camaro you’d seen around your area, watching it drive away, you’d guessed you’d figured out who it belonged to…

…and maybe it wouldn’t be entirely horrible to encounter them again.

(I may continue this in a short series, might make the reader bees human)

[bubblegumbeech]

You wanna regulate ghost hunting? Huh? You wanna regulate Phantom? Huh? What? You think you can force a dead kid to follow the law? I can barely get living teenagers to follow curfew. Might as well regulate haunting too! Make it illegal for a ghost to attack! That won’t go horribly.

Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Sunday, August 13, and there’s a 10% chance of rain. Highs are in the mid eighties and lows are in the mid sixties.

Not one single ghost was spotted yesterday.

There has been talk recently about regulating ghost hunting in order to reduce property damage. Sadly, as of now, there isn’t much clear information on what that would entail.

The Fentons will likely be driving today so be careful on the roads.

[snailyman]

amongst all of the emotions, i think we need to take a moment to appreciate the silly space bees from the final chapter of houseki no kuni

adorable