#drag and drift

[hyunpic]

hyunjin x vogue taiwan: what’s in my bag?

[iamespecter]

HOLY SHIT I FOUND YOU!! I SAW YOUR FNAF ART LIKE A YEAR AGO ON PINTREST AND I WAS LIKE DAMN THATS PRETTY FUCKING AWSOME BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I COULDN'T FIND THE ARTIST BUT I JUST DID, ITS YOU!!

I have no idea which art of mine you found from pinterest but based on what you're implying I lowkey think it's this screenshot redraw I made for the FNAF movie lmao (which I hope I'm right)

Unfortunately you won't get much FNAF art from me nowadays anon, ever since Ruin disappointed me immensely I've just lost most of the hope I've been clinging onto for the franchise, now I'm just here... reminiscing, watching from the sidelines, and making a once-in-a-blue-moon art for it if I'm feeling extra

[murdleandmarot]

Cats art has stalled just a tad bc of artfight (a problem I plan to remedy soon), so I just wanted to share an old Lonzo from when I was in Germany :)

[roses-fallen]

don't talk to the man with silver butterflies they said

[lumiilys]

ofmd cancellation is interesting to me because on one hand it made me love the show so much more than i already did but i also miss how i felt before the cancellation. I miss wondering what s3 would look like, i miss looking forward to renewal, i miss looking forward to seeing stede and ed's relationship develop, i miss the pure excitement and happiness (without the twinge of sadness i always get now). But the cancellation also really cemented my love for the show and i probably wouldnt love it quite as much as i do now if it had never happened. hmmmm its strange!

[valve3nthusiast]

Drift taking a trip with the briefcase to go back in time to a few months he lost the memory of by head injury

Finding Deadlock

And fucking him

He does the bare minimum of disguise (no autobrand, optics changed to a less noticeable yellow, adjusting his vocalizer so he doesn't sound exactly the same as Deadlock) and is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't have to do much convincing before Deadlock agrees to frag him. They have wonderfully amazing and nasty sex, Drift gets some sort of weird emotional catharsis out of it, Drift peaces out knowing he never remembered this later

Meanwhile, Deadlock POV:

A mech that looks like a cross between his ideal type and his idealized self walks up to him and asks to frag. Deadlock takes a moment to be creeped out by the autobot intelligence division... before saying yes, because the sex will probably be good even if this guy is an ops agent

He might need to reevaluate that judgment, because even an ops agent would have trouble faking this amount of enthusiasm. Mystery Mech rides his spike like it's the last thing he wants to do before he dies, and begs Deadlock to hurt him with the prettiest little whines. If the (maybe?) autobot wants to get hurt, who is he to say no? (Plus, it's practically illegal to not bite those thighs)

Deadlock pins him down on the berth, thrusting into him hard and fast. The maybe-autobot gives him this taunting little smirk, like he isn't affected at all, and something about it is blindly infuriating. For some reason, this mech makes an ugly, unquantifiable emotion rise up in his processor, and an unbelievable amount of charge light up his array

Deadlock, with a hand behind each knee and claws digging into him, forces Mystery Mech's legs up and bends him into a mating press. The little punched-out ah! ah! ah! noises he makes as Deadlock doubles his effort to brutally pound into that slick valve is music to his ears

By the time they're done, Mystery Mech would look like he'd been mauled if not for the blissed out expression on his face. They both fall into a light recharge, but Deadlock is wide awake again as soon as Mystery Mech starts moving. He's expecting that assassination attempt now, but instead the mech quietly leaves his room and seems to dissappear into thin air

He's still wondering what happened to Mystery Mech when some dumbass wings him in the head during a battle. He wake up later with a gap in his memory, now tragically ignorant to what was honestly some of the best sex he's ever had

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

heya, i have to wake up in three hours but! here's another lil human au snippet! ft. lightly implied Laughingstock! disclaimer i am so so tired so don't come at me for typos or strangely worded sentences or missing info <3

~

Before heading home, Eddie swings by a charming little store he’s been to once or twice before. He usually goes to the chain store by his house, but he doesn’t feel like dealing with the hustle and bustle and the endless aisles. This little store is quiet, nice, and strangely has everything anyone could need. 

The lot is mostly empty at this hour, so Eddie claims a spot right at the front. As with the other times, the windows are littered with displays and stickers - half off on this, sale on that. Eddie enters Howdy’s Place with the chime of the door’s shopkeeper’s bell. He’ll get what he needs and get out, quick and easy and peacefu-

Boisterous laughter slams into Eddie like a hammer, so sudden that he jumps in place. An employee stocking cans nearby glances weirdly at him. Eddie clears his throat and hurries into the nearest aisle as the laughter tapers off. The silence barely lasts a second before loud chatter starts up. It’s too fast and muffled for Eddie to understand, but he can pick out two distinct voices - one deep, one less so but still decidedly masculine. 

Eddie tries to tune it out as he gathers what he needs. Toothpaste, some paper towels, shampoo. For the hell of it, he nabs a box of classic bran muffins from the spacious food section. He lingers for a moment, enjoying how far-away the conversation seems at the other corner of the store. Unfortunately, theft is illegal, so Eddie is forced to move towards the noise.

A strange thing about the store - it’s a combination general store, antique shop, and diner, complete with a miniature gift shop separating the two. One long checkout counter stretches from the open store area, behind the gift shop, and into the diner, where the conversation is coming from. An interesting setup, but an understandable one. It allows anyone behind the counter to move fluidly between customers and sections.

As Eddie approaches, the conversation becomes slightly clearer. 

“-said, no wonder you didn’t get her number!” the deeper voice barks, and the two dissolve into that almost-too-loud laughter again. 

As it tapers off, the other voice says, “Sounds like a real charmer! But really, you oughta be careful, Barn. One of these days someone’s gonna throw a right hook at ya.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. A transatlantic accent? He hasn’t heard that anywhere outside of real old movies and a queen he once knew. It sounds natural too, like the man was born to sound like he belongs on a 1920s radio show. It nudges something in the back of Eddie’s mind. He’s started to get really sick of that nudge.

“Oh, this guy did.”

“No kidding? I don’t see a shiner.”

“Well, yeah. I went left.”

Both of them laugh again, and Eddie feels a tiny tug at the corner of his mouth. That wasn’t funny enough to garner an actual laugh in his opinion, but it wasn’t unfunny. 

Eddie steps up to the counter and quietly puts his acquired items on it, not wanting to interrupt. He chances a glance to the side - walking space in front of the counter’s length lets him see right down into the diner.

A large man with dyed-blue hair and an interesting fashion sense is at the bar, talking to an employee leaning against the other side. The employee doesn’t really catch Eddie’s gaze, but the other man… Eddie swears he’s seen him before. He studies him from the corner of his eye, not wanting to be rude but unable to mind his business. 

“Our bouncer didn’t even get a chance at the action - the idiot knocked himself out tryin’ a second swing!” The customer says. His deep voice, wavering with humor, only adds to the sense of familiarity. Metal glints in his right ear. Eddie knows this man from somewhere.

The employee shakes his head, tutting. His busy hands polish a vintage pitcher. “I swear, you get all the crazies.”

“Makes for a good story, though.” The customer takes a sip from his tall milkshake and scoffs. “Though if it wasn’t all well-ending, amusing bull, I doubt I’d be so tolerant.”

Minutes drag by as the two keep talking. Eddie goes from patiently waiting to awkwardly trying to get the employees attention. If only there was someone else behind the counter, but the only other staff member is elsewhere, likely still stocking shelves. 

The two men are too absorbed in their little world, even though both are facing Eddie’s way. The customer has both elbows on the counter, one of them bent to prop up his chin. The employee has his hip leaned against the edge as they chat. They’re obviously very familiar with each other, and clearly deeply enjoy each other's company. 

Still - and Eddie is sorry to say, but it’s bad customer service. He’s not in a rush, but he’d still like to be on his way home. He could be fishing out the complex keys right now. He checks his phone - he’s been here for nearly fifteen minutes. Picking out the items took less than five. 

Eddie sighs, staring at the various cigarette packs displayed behind the counter. He’s never seen the appeal in smoking, but as the laughter starts up again, he almost wishes he did. He’s going to treat himself to a very long shower once he gets home. 

The store’s other employee walks behind the counter, carrying a box. Eddie lights up. Finally - she pointedly clears her throat and heads into the back. 

The constant conversation stalls for the barest moment, and he looks over. The customer grins at him for a second - lord he’s handsome - before turning that grin towards his friend.

“You’re losin’ your touch, Howds,” he teases, bringing his shake straw to his lips.

“I resent that statement. You’re just distracting.”

“Lil’ me? Distracting? C’mon, you can just tell me I’m pretty to my face. I’ll take it like a champ, I swear!”

“Ha, good try.” The employee sets the pitcher down and starts to mosey in Eddie’s direction. “Your ego is big enough for the both of us as is. One more compliment and your head’ll pop like a balloon.”

“Well, given that most balloons don’t really pop, they just kinda deflate slowly-”

“Sorry for the wait!” the employee says loudly in a glaringly obvious customer service tone. He stops in front of Eddie with a cardboard smile. At the other end of the counter, the familiar man snickers and hides his grin behind his drink. “I trust you found everything you did - and didn’t! - need.”

Eddie just stares up at him for a moment. At six-one, Eddie hasn’t felt small in a very long time. He usually stands at least a full inch above other people. This employee - Howdy, his name tag states - has several more on him.

“Uh, y-yes, I uh, I did,” Eddie stammers, glancing at his items. 

“Wonderful! And again, my sincerest apologies for the delay. My friend makes a game out of keeping me from my job.” Howdy shoots his ‘friend’ a glare with enough heat in it to make an ice cube sweat. 

“No worries.”

Howdy scans the items at an almost frightening speed. Beep, into a paper bag. Beep, in. Beep, beep - “Oh, no.”

“What?” Eddie says, dread plucking at his ribs as Howdy holds the bran muffins and shakes his head. “Is there somethin’ wrong?”

“Indeed there is! You’re making a mistake with these. They’re absolutely horrible, I tell ya - and bad for you, too!” Howdy tuts and puts the box to the side. “No, no, you don’t want those.”

“I… don’t?”

“Not if you knew better! Lucky for you, I’m here to set you straight. What you need is-” he snaps his fingers, “Barnaby, be a pal and-”

“Already on it,” ‘Barnaby’ says, appearing next to Eddie.

If Eddie weren’t already paralyzed, he’d jump right out of his skin from how Barnaby towers over him. He has to be a scant inch or so shorter than Howdy, but he still makes Eddie feel tiny. Unfortunately, Barnaby is even more handsome up close. 

“Here ya go.” Barnaby hands a plastic container to Howdy and taps it, smiling lazily down at Eddie. “I’d take his advice on this one. Those bran-named muffins may sound fancy, but they’re pretty crumby! You want muffins of quality. Real breadwinners!

Eddie can’t help a soft laugh. “Breadwinners, heh, that’s a good one.”

“Are you selling these or am I?” Howdy says, raising a bushy eyebrow. 

“Hey, I’m just doin’ what you asked! I’m bein’ a pal.”

“And I - I’m sorry," Eddie interjects, "but you’re awfully familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Eh, I’ve been around, but uh… you ever been to [INSERT GAY BAR NAME HERE]?”

Howdy clears his throat. “I’m trying to make a sale here, Barn. You can flirt on your own dime when you’re not costing me mine.”

“Didja know your nose gets redder when you’re jealous?”

Howdy rolls his eyes and shoves Barnaby in the diner’s direction. Barnaby goes with a hearty snicker. Despite the joke, Eddie thinks it has some merit as Howdy scans the final item and rings him up, considerably frostier than before.

Belatedly, Eddie realizes that he didn’t actually agree to the different muffins. Too late now. “Say, what kind of muffins are those?”

“Poppyseed-lemon.”

Eddie relaxes - that is a lot better than boring bran. “Y’know, my mother loved poppyseed-lemon muffins.”

“Did she now,” Howdy drawls.

“Like you wouldn’t believe! If baking was so much as mentioned, she’d jump right on houndin’ us to whip some up for her, or send us to go buy some. We’d never even get a taste! They’d be gone the moment they hit the air, I tell ya.” Eddie chuckles. “Took me a while to understand what all the fuss is about, but man was she right. They are good!”

“Uh-huh. Well, we have a fresh batch delivered every morning. They’re not the same type every time, mind you, but I can promise that they’re all of the highest quality.”

“Breadwinners, right?” Eddie jokes. Howdy doesn’t blink, but Barnaby snorts. He’ll take it. “I might have to come by more often, if that’s the case! Thank you kindly, sir.”

“Mhm, have a good day.” Howdy hands him the bag and strides away without a glance. The dismissal is clear as day. “Say, Barn, did you hear about the racket one of those cult crackpots stirred up at our dear friend’s tearoom?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the tail-end of the sentence as he hurries away, but he frowns. Cult? What cult? There’s a cult? He certainly didn’t hear of one before moving here, and none of his background checks had turned up anything of the sort. He hopes it was just a figure of speech. 

The door chimes again as Eddie leaves. It isn’t until he’s in his car that the embarrassment of that whole exchange catches up with him. If he had a nickel for every time he’d made a fool of himself in front of a gorgeous, strangely familiar man, he’d have three nickels. At the rate he’s going, he’ll either be rich, or he’ll have to move. 

Eddie subtly tries to peek around the store’s window displays from the safety of his car. He catches a scant glimpse of blue hair - come to think of it, it’s a similar shade to Wally’s. But where Wally’s had, to Eddie’s memory, been uniformly dyed right down to his eyebrows, Barnaby’s rich brown roots were obvious. His beard and eyebrows weren’t dyed, either. 

As Eddie relaxes back into his seat, he re-reads at the store’s name. The color drains from his face and he barely restrains himself from slamming his forehead against the steering wheel.

Oh, of course. Of course he made a fool of himself in front of the owner. Eddie can never come back here again. And it was such a nice store…

[dieinct]

anyway i also reread the dream thieves and it gave me such big feelings that i cried for two hours and briefly considered walking into the ocean never to return. mortifying.

[saggitary]

Plo Koon and by extension Ahsoka Tano Headcanon

Plo Koon has been around for a long time and he has undoubtedly obtained many skills throughout his long life. We know that he is one of the best pilots in canon and my personal belief is that he taught Ahsoka how to fly before she became Anakin's padawan (that's why she doesn't crash as much as her master ;))

I'd like to raise this idea of him being an amazing pilot... to an amazing driver. Like when he was a padawan, he was on an extended mission with his master on a planet that had mainly ground vehicles, not the hovercraft we are used to. He not only learned how to drive... he learned how to drag race and even rally race.

His master was very amused and when they got back to the temple, he showed Plo the race tracks in the lower levels of the temple. Later on Plo began to make it a habit to travel to the lower levels of Coruscant where ground vehicles were much more prominent and participated in more than a few illegal races... he was only caught by his master twice.

Then along comes Ahsoka.

It soon becomes clear to him that the little togruta had a fearless streak a mile long. He began to take her down to the race tracks and take her for rides. As soon as she could she began to learn how to drive. It scared Plo a little how quickly she picked up on rally racing, but also made him very proud.

After she becomes Anakin's padawan they go a long time before they find themselves on a planet for a mission with ground vehicles. Ahsoka volunteers to be the getaway driver for the mission much to Anakin's dismay.

"I'll drive." Anakin argued.

"Pod racing is not the same as driving an actual vehicle on the ground, believe me master, I know what I'm doing." She argued back..

She wins the argument when Obi-Wan points out that the last time Anakin tried to drive a ground vehicle he crashed it. Rex does not want to be in another crash, his back can't handle it so he also votes for Ahsoka.

An hour later the mission predictable goes downhill and Anakin and Obi-Wan call for Ahsoka and Rex. Rex is very grateful Ahsoka reminded him to put his seat belt on for the ensuing car chase. In between fearing for their lives, the three men in the car are in awe.

Once back on the ship everyone asks her where the kriff she learned to drive like that.

She just winks.

Bonus!

Plo teaches some of his pilots how to drive ground vehicles and takes them down to watch drag races in the lower levels. Wolffe learned that when his general is at the wheel, to pray to whatever gods would listen and hang on.

[sinspark4]

Roddy's Ghost Adventures

The Rake: This is the first video Rewind stumbled across after finding something called "The Dark Web" when searching for media for his crew mates. The video is distorted, corrupted, everything inside it is hard to make out or understand. All Rewind can gather from the feed is the panicked screaming of a human and glowing, yellow eyes. He does his best to clean up some of the feed but there are strange viruses lurking in the coding Rewind doesn't want to get anywhere near. He thinks he sees a forest, a house in the background, and a sign reading "Warren Park Trail, Montana." Then the video just ends. Abruptly. He took a moment to contemplate the recording before reading the caption.

Locals spoke of a creature known as "The Rake," a nightmarish being with sunken eyes, elongated limbs, and razor-sharp claws.

Legend had it that "The Rake" was once human, transformed by dark experiments or supernatural forces. Its first recorded appearance was in the late 1800s when it stared hauntingly at a family before vanishing into the night.

As years passed, more encounters were reported, each describing the creature's ability to appear and disappear, leaving behind an aura of dread. Witnesses spoke of its featureless face and guttural noises, claiming that even a brief encounter could plunge a person into madness.

Rewind snickered. This was ridiculous. They'd been on and off earth enough times they would have known if there were any humanoids outside of humanity by now. Some sparkling humans must have just gotten bored.

He ignores the twinge of discomfort ringing in the back of his processor and shuts his vocalizer off just in time to stifle the high-pitched yelp clawing up his intake when a bright yellow hand lands on his shoulder.

"Hey Rewind, whatcha got there?" Rewind turns his helm to stare up at his captain. Slowly, a smile spreads his lips behind his facemark. Oh this.....this will be good.

Log 1

Bots along for the ride: Rewind, Rodimus, Drift

Location: Warren Park Trail, Montana

Subject of interest: Urban Legend - The Rake

Notable Mentions: The air here seems....heavier. Shadows seem to somewhat defy sources of light. Rodimus has taken it upon himself to "Flame up" so everyone can see where they place their pedes. Drift's headlights help but they don't seem to penetrate the strange blanket of darkness. Walking around tonight in search of this legend has proven fruitless. Perhaps this is the first he can strike off the list? He will have to wait till they were back on ship and he had a moment to himself before he can review the feed. He's going to have to do a lot of tweaking before the video is comprehensible.

Here is the rendered photo without the drawn on Video Cam.

This is the first installment of my new mini-series. I am so excited to finally post this, I've had the rendered photo done for a while now and was just waiting on myself to finish up the companion comics.

This literally was entirely inspired from solely two things.

1.) As I was sketching Roddy for practice, the song "Dumb Ways to Die" came up on my for you playlist on Spotify. This kinda put in a little seed of sorts.

2.) My brother is starting to get into art and we often go to the cafe together to practice. It's great being able to have a critique buddy right there as you're working together. On the day after scenario 1, him and I went to the cafe and I had been practicing landscapes. My intent had been to make a fairytale like environment. I showed him, we looked at each other, and both stated. "Yeah that's haunted." It's like a light bulb went off in my head. A very very insistent light bulb.

And thus, "Roddy's Ghost Adventures" has been born! Stay tuned for future installments~

[faehal]

Hi I just started a new long fic about the Stunticons joining the LL so I'd like if you guys gave it a peak!

[vintage-tigre]

[cruelsister-moved2]

you and every other white lesbian got a problem with the handmaiden

u know its based on a book written by a white lesbian silly... fwiw bc of my deep repulsion towards hollywood like 90% of the films i watch and love are produced by non-white people outside of the US/UK. i think white women have produced plenty of lesbian films i find just as uncompelling mostly because I just don't identify with fem4fem lesbian couples but also because the whole sensibilities surrounding visual representations of lesbian couples generally not played or directed by lesbians and not with an audience of lesbians primarily in mind are inherently limiting of the things i personally find compelling (masculine women). I didn't say it was a BAD film either, although I would be within my rights to not like a film if I didn't like it. i said i did not personally find it compelling: i was comparing two sarah waters books, tipping the velvet (in which the protagonist is a male impersonator) and fingersmith (which the handmaiden is based on) in terms purely of how sexy they are. i assume you're assuming i was repeating the claims of others than the handmaiden is bad because of the 'male gaze' but whilst i was not doing that & am not interested in weighing in, i think it's just a weird choice and insulting to everyone to act like the ways a man of colour depicts female characters and desire between women is immune to criticism or something. like i said the problem for me is that i don't see myself in depictions of relationships between feminine women but if the problem was that i don't see myself in depictions of relationships between women which were directed by men i would be entitled to that opinion too. and i mean i don't even really think the handmaiden is intended as a depiction of lesbian love with which lesbians are supposed to actually identify, in the way that say tipping the velvet is largely written to be a story for (butch and femme) lesbians to see ourselves in, and i think there's soooo many other (more) valid aims for a story to have and i generally don't watch/read things with the primary goal of seeing myself in them. the handmaiden is not a bad film. i don't find it sexy because i don't find feminine women sexy. what was the point of any of this.

[leaving-fragments]

i think all of us strangers is the first film that took me to pieces entirely and then actually managed to heal me well enough that i left the cinema feeling sad but peaceful. no notes, 10/10

[transingthoseformers]

Okay but:

Rodimus: *suddenly starts cracking dad jokes out of nowhere*

Ratchet: ...

Roddie:

Ratty: You sparked someone up didn't you

[estescringebutfreeblog]

xavier's eng voice actor... who ever you are....

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