#garbled

[sunnnfish]

I get such a weird feeling seeing other people with my friends deadnames. Like what are you doing. That’s not a real name

[visionsofthefu]

I knew what I was trying to say but the post came out garbled, is the reason I delete all posts where I am making a valid point, but not able to make it make sense in words.

[thetruemek]

Guess who's watching fucking blue eye samurai ajshsbsksksbrh

[stealingyourbones]

Danny gets taken as hostage mistaken for a Batfamily member.

The criminals keep trying to have evidence of any sort for the Wayne’s but they keep getting tech issues and video/photo corruption any time they try to have photographic proof of their hostage.

[newttxt]

lined and colored @chaosemmie’s sketch again >:)

this time from our post-canon lulawkid au…

[sandontsengshou]

not to MILF-ify Jiang Cheng even more (if that’s even possible) but the thought of him letting Jin Ling sit on his lap during cultivation conferences and stroking the boy’s back tenderly while shooting everyone else a challenging glare is...hmm.

[tfp-is-my-lifeblood-lol]

Can we talk about this Rescue Bots episode (Spellbound) because I need to appreciate how TERRIFYING it is??? Especially considering it's cannon in the Aligned Universe. This is some A+ horror.

Like damn, some of Griffin Rock's technology is more powerful than even the Decepticon's tech.

Can you IMAGINE if those creepy mind-control cell phones were used in TFP?

Legit mind control that effects humans AND Cybertronians?

And it's SO UNSETTLINGLY subtle, too. The victim's voices sound like their normal selves but just SLIGHTLY off. *shutter* The voice actors did such a good job.

Just IMAGINE that in Prime.

I feel like Optimus would probably be immune (because the Matrix of Leadership is goated) but can you imagine the Jasper Trio getting mind-controlled, and all their guardians + Ratchet know SOMETHING is off, but not what? Then, slowly, the mind control spreads to the Bots? Or vice versa, the Bots go first, and the humans are like: "Something's up with my guardian."

Kinda wild that Invasion of the Body Snatchers shit 100% exists in TFP's world. Felt like I needed to acknowledge that.

Is this gonna be my next TFP headcanons post? Feeling inspired.🤔

[chaosducks]

I miss this crack pot team of lesbians. I need them back, like desperately.

[slushyseals]

Masamune being an absolute criminal because SOMEONE ELSE got too close to the hose

Video Source: https://vxtwitter.com/azarapsps/status/1525458354415763456

[mimicmerchant]

I bummed myself out thinking about how PiBE season 2 was never going to get playbills so I decided to be the change I wanted to see in the world...... then i realized graphic design is hard. Anyway, have some thumbnails of what could have been!

[angryaromantics]

Aromantic, as in I will die alone. Aromantic, as in we all will. But only one of us has stacked the deck and shuffled the cards, has seen the tower, the bullet, the fire. Only one of us has skin as thick as the brick wall I used to climb as a child, finding crumbling footholds and loose trajectories. I was alone then, too.

Aromantic as in, you can’t split an atom, but I can. You’re set in your ways, but I am god. You’ve been pushing the same damn eggs around on your plate across the breakfast table from the partner you haven’t liked in three years. I’m on a plane splitting each minute into subatomic particles. 

Aromantic as in, you’ve never felt this way before. It’s too deep for you to swim, but not me. I’m swimming with the fishes now, baby, seeing colors you can’t fucking see. Blue and yellow and green green green! From far away, everything’s green, and I’m swimming lower and flying higher than you would believe.

Aromantic as in better than you. Aromantic as in you didn’t hear the sarcasm in that, did you? Not quite smart enough, are you? Almost like you’re overcompensating for something, aren’t you? Aromantic as in it’s never been about you. Aromantic as in fuck you, baby. Literally. Fuck. You.

I've closed the door, but I’m flying, babe. You'll never know. Can’t see me now, can you? I'm alone.

[toffeebrew]

I think Color and the relationship with his souls is such a cool and interesting idea. I wonder if he starts questioning his own decisions, "are they even his anymore?" How influenced is he by the souls, and how often?

Anyway, to explain how I think Color's souls present. I think if he's making a decision that is involved heavily with one type his text changes.

there's not a story to this btw, I just needed a dramatic text example.

[writingescapades]

Peafowls I - Peacock

It was your book that started the whole escapade. Here he was, a senior manager with the IPC. A man with a troublesome past, a burdensome present, and an uncertain future. Blessed by the goddess, he still gambled with his fate and let all outcomes rain over him. Pretentious, he waved his feathers to razzle, dazzle, and take back what stolen from him.

And you?

You were the Chief Information Manager of the IPC. A silent figure in the background that most people forgot about or groaned over. You did you job and because you did it well, you were partnered with him. A new project meant generating, accessing, creating, and storing information and given the precarious nature of this new project, Aventurine found that he had to work closely alongside you in order to see this project through.

At first, he thought this would just be another project with another IPC member. He wore his sunglasses but waited for the inevitable questions that failed to soften the speaker’s malicious thoughts. He waited for the brisk attitude and the clear desire to be anywhere but around him. But you smiled at him. You greeted him, and you asked him how he was doing.

He watched you. Your reputation preceded you. You came ready with information and questions. You knew how to extract information out of others, and you knew where to keep it safe, secure, and away from prying eyes. Focused. Responsible. Brilliant. So what were you doing working for the IPC? Wasting your talent with an unsavory crowd? It was clear you actually enjoyed your work, but there were other organizations desperately in need of the same role. If you went out into the market, people would chase after your skills. What kept you here?

He fell into his flattering speech. He called you his friend. He told you to use and misuse him as you liked. You gently brushed off his charms. You smiled when he called you friend, and you frowned when he told you to twist him about your fingers. But you didn’t comment much else. Warm but distant to everyone, not just him. Antisocial. Afterall what else would you call reading at a casino? Everyone dresses to impress at a casino. It’s just a part of fitting in while subtly communicating to desired parties. Yet there you sat, near the bar, in plain clothes, engrossed in a book. He saw the glares the bartender threw at you. Your association with the IPC was all that kept him from kicking you away for a paying customer.

Aventurine played a few hands. Each time he won he found himself glancing at you. You were right in his periphery, but you never lifted your head from the book. It was to become a repeated occurrence, the only thing changing was the book you read or the game he played. Finally, one night, he decided to indulge his curiosity and ask what you were reading. You mumbled the name, your attention not yet pulled away, towards him. It irritated him, though he couldn’t understand why. So he called you out, asked you why you were even here when you could go home and read.

Now you looked up at him, and Aventurine saw eyes that revealed nothing. He rested his head over his folded arms and watched as you rested yours on your palm. Neither person spoke, though for different reasons. Finally you sighed and looked at him with a small smile.

“Because I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

Aventurine stayed silent. He watched as your smile turned more mischievous as your waited for his response. Were you really here because you thought of him as a friend? Unable to answer the question or face you, Aventurine left that night. But something changed in your relationship. You became chattier and he often had to watch his words least you thew him a quip. He found himself asking for your thoughts as he planned. It was, fun. Nice. Certainly entertaining. You didn’t stop reading at the casino, but now you both went and left together. He was often the one to lead you to the casino, but you lead him out into the night air.

It was here, in twilight, when most were between sleep and rising, that Aventurine found answers to his questions about you. He saw your kindness. He saw your humour. He found himself slipping, forgetting who he was and just enjoying the moment. You were dangerous. What’s more, Aventurine saw your true character, the way your face warped to hide the insanity that lay thinly underneath. The sudden change in your personality when someone passed a snide remark about him. The way you stood by his side with your head held high. But he wasn’t a fool. He knew you were acting by your principles and not for him personally. You were harsh, and he told you so one night.

You stared at him with stiff eyes and tight lips.

“It’s who I am. To change would be to lie to myself”.

Oh, you had a story to tell. But, it slowly dawned on Aventurine that he cared too much about you to ask for that story, to try to pry it out, or go behind your back. He started to wonder. To dream. Hope. Did you feel the same about him? Is that why, despite curious eyes, you never asked too much about him? Did you already cast judgement on his soul? Or did you just not care about him? Was he just another story in the hundreds you razed through? He didn’t know which outcome he desired enough to gamble upon.

“You see things too intensely,” he found himself saying to you one day. “I think that’s why you’re so disenchanted by life. You can only find admirable people in your books”.

Yet despite his premonitions, Aventurine found himself drawn towards you. He had long stopped wearing his sunglasses around you. He always strutted for himself but was pleased if his dance caught your attention. You walked calmly ahead in life while he danced around. Sometimes he stumbled and wondered if you would leave him behind, but you always slowed down, stopped, and held out your hand, waiting for him just as he waited for you. You desires overlapped despite the difference in personalities.

“Is it so wrong to desire power if it’s only over your own life?” You had asked him one day, and he found himself unable to oppose you any longer.

He tested you, told your things to gage your thoughts and reactions. Instead of running away, he realized that you two started to dance around each other. Promising everything but that which neither was willing to barter.

“We’ll crown ourselves with crests of spurs,” you said softly as your looked out into the land. It had been a tiring day and for once, Aventurine just wanted to collapse into bed. He had too many wishes of you being there beside him, but it was still to frightening. Still to early. Not yet, but maybe, maybe one day.

He didn’t tell you his plan. He didn’t tell you what was about to happen, and his only regret was not being able to see your face crack one last time before he disappeared.

[thetruemek]

(I will never financially recover from this)☀️🌙🤡

[starryluminary]

Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 7: It’s the little things.

Sorry this one’s kinda lame… I just watch this episode and get upset that we returned to status quo as if Ridonc and Roll meant nothing. The slightest of dynamic shifts would of been enough, as long as SOMETHING changed. It really is the little things sometimes

Transcript:

Image 1 Kitty: Ugh-! it stinks so bad down here!

Image 2 Owen: Well… There could be any number of reasons for that.

Image 3 Owen: I mean who can really say what- Owen: Wait. Owen: I know those forehead wrinkles… You’re mad at me!

Image 4 Owen: You’re mad at me… And you’re biting your tongue… Noah: ?

Image 5 Owen: AWW, BUDDY!!!

Image 6 Owen, offscreen: YOU CAAARE ABOUT MEEE!! Noah, offscreen: SHUT UP!! LET ME GO!! Kitty: Aww ♡

Image 7 Kitty: Why can’t we be like that? Emma: Keep your head in the game and maybe we can be. Owen, offscreen: And my feeeeeeelings~ Noah, offscreen: STOP IIIT AAAAARRR (the text turns into scribbles, signifying incomprehensible yelling.)

[on-this-day-mcr]

On this day, October 23

In 2022: My Chemical Romance performed their 59th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour at When We Were Young festival in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. At this show, Gerard Way, Ray Toro and Frank Iero all wore prosthetic special effects makeup to look like older version of themselves, and wore the black and red stage costumes they used following the release of their album "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge". Mikey Way did not wear prosthetic makeup, and instead had faux blood dripping from his mouth. This show was the only show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour where "The Foundations of Decay" was not performed. At this show, "Nothin But the best" was written on the drums. (🖤)

Watch the show here!

Kris Lori Fuentes Cortes