#i'm so underprepared for it rip

[airenyah]

Hi, regarding your JD vampire agenda, did you watch the latest Hidden Hangout? Joong has a very vampire-y moment and Dunk is very unbothered by it 😂 You were my first thought when I saw it, so congrats on the legacy 😃

hiii, i've been busy all day and haven't had the chance to watch today's ep yet 😭😭😭

but omg good to know 👀 you've got me really curious now fjcjjfjf

also YES i love that this is my legacy on here!! my personal hidden agenda is to slowly turn everyone into a JD vampire bl supporter 🤭 glad to have you on board, anon, and i'm absolutely delighted that i'm the first person you think of when there's anything related to JD + vampires. all is well in life 😌😂😂

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

friend informed me about the existence of a reality tv show based in the circle. lost my faith in humanity for a solid hour.

[todayisafridaynight]

One thing about Yokoyama and Jo is that Yokoyama advocates using a rocket launcher against him

AND HE'S RIGHT

[coloredsolos]

hi :) i’d love situations #6 + fluff with jean please. love your writing!

MIRACLE ON 104th STREET

pairing: jean kirstein x reader

prompt: watching christmas movies

content: jeanboy surprises you for christmas, MODERN AU, not proofread

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took so long! the new semester started and since I’m a senior in college it’s gonna be a little crazy!! also, i'm sorry I kind of broke off from the prompt! find the list of prompts here

“Alone? For Christmas?” Jean asked you, his eyes wide as he did so. 

You shrugged. It’s not like you had chosen to be alone this holiday season, but with your father working all break, you figured you might as well stay in your small apartment. Besides, your roommate, Annie, would be visiting her father, so you would have the place to yourself.

“I don’t see the problem,” you admitted, the walk to Jean’s car seeming longer than ever. Despite your protesting, Jean was driving you home from the 4pm history class the two of you shared. Damn this winter weather.

“W-what?! You don’t see the-! You can’t be alone for Christmas!” Jean practically cried out, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation. 

The now exhausting conversation had started when Jean had begun telling you about his own Christmas plans. Mentioning how he would most likely go visit Sasha’s family again with Connie. It was their tradition, he would tell you. However, when asking about your plans, he did not like the answer he received.

“Jean it’s really ok. Annie will be out of town anyways. It’ll be nice not having to share the living quarters. Besides I’d much rather be alone at my place than sitting there at my dad’s. So can we please drop it?”

Jean sighed, but reluctantly nodded his head. 

There was a chill in the air on Christmas eve.  The snow that fell having no problem sticking to the ground, layering on top of one another until it was several inches thick. You had been bundled under a plethora of blankets while the heat in your apartment worked overtime. Jean has let all of your friends know about your Christmas plans, or lack there of, and now you were starting to regret declining Eren and Mikasa’s offer to come home with them. Especially since Carla made a mean Christmas dinner, or so you heard. The plate of place and bake Christmas cookies sat in front of you. 

They weren’t very good.

You only prayed that the copious amounts of sugar would knock you into a sugar coma that would last until the next day. Most places were closed, and probably would stay that way even a few days after Christmas due to the snow storm that was taking place outside. That being said, the lack of groceries at your place was starting to leave you feeling massively underprepared. Grocery shopping was not your forte. 

While debating if you wanted to pay the delivery fee in your favorite Chinese restaurant, your phone lit up from its place on your coffee table.

Jean: u awake?

You: do I ever sleep?

Jean: true

Jean: wyd

You: freezing to death

You: how’s Sasha’s?

You: did Connie sing the whole car ride there? rip to ur ears

Jean: I wouldn’t know, didn’t go

You were surprised to say the least. Why wouldn’t he go to Sasha’s? It was tradition wasn't it? 

Jean: coming over rn

Jean: damn there’s a shit ton of snow 

You knew there was no bother trying to stop the man from coming over. He was stubborn. Always had been. Instead your fingers hovered over the keyboard of your phone, unsure of what to say next.

Jean: do u want me to bring over groceries? connie bought way too much shit before he left fr 

You: yes pls ur a lifesaver

You: been eating christmas cookies all night 

You: also, please drive safe. I mean it. i’d be pissed at you if you died

Jean: <3

Deciding not to text the man while he was driving, you settled on making the living quarters look a little less like a tornado had ran through it, picking up and putting away any dirty dishes from earlier in the day.

Before too long, Jean was there. His arms draped with grocery bags, he wasn’t kidding when he said Connie may have gone a little crazy. However, you were more focused on how he looked. Jean had been dressed in what looked like a black turtleneck with a gray overcoat keeping him warm. How he always looked straight out of a fashion magazine amazed you. Meanwhile, you were wearing a pair of black sweats with mismatched cat socks on. And yes, they did have little ears on them. 

“Well are you gonna leave me in the hallway all night?” he joked, the smile evident on his face. 

Your face flushed as you realized you had zoned out. 

“Y-yeah, come in.” You stepped out of his way, ushering him inside. 

Jean immediately headed to your kitchen to put the groceries he had brought away. His familiarity with your apartment bringing a smile to your face. Jean shrugged off his overcoat, his muscles straining against the turtleneck that had been underneath. You couldn’t help but stare. It was no secret that your friend was a very attractive man. Not to mention he had the personality to match. His suave attitude, yet gentlemanly charm gaining the attention of many women whenever your friend group had their weekly outings.

“Helloooooo?” Jean waved his hand in front of you, bending slightly so he could meet your eyes. Snapping back to the present, you apologized quickly. 

“Sorry… what?”

“I asked if you’ve eaten? I can make something for us if you’d like.” Jean offered .

You nodded shyly, embarrassed you had been caught daydreaming again. “I’d like that…” 

Jean grinned, pushed up his sleeves and clapped. “Alrighty then!”

The two of you now sat on the maroon sectional located in the middle of your living room, your empty plates resting on the coffee table. 

“I just don’t understand how they forgot their kid at home!” You cried out, your legs tucked under yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm. 

Jean let out a boisterous laugh, the sound music to your ears. “It’s just a movie! The whole point of Home Alone is being… ya know… home alone.”

You giggled, the harsh air providing the goosebumps on your arm a permanent residency. You shivered slightly despite the mountain of blankets you had been hoarding. 

“Come here.” Jean spoke softly.

“Huh?” 

“You’re cold.” He stated. “Just come here.”

Too cold to argue, you scooted over closer to Jean. His arm that had been resting on the back of the couch pulled you closer to him. You immediately felt relief, his body radiating enough heat for the both of you. You couldn’t help the sigh that fell from your mouth, nuzzling closer to the man without thinking. The tips of Jean’s ears turned a rosy shade of pink as you fell deeper into the man’s chest. 

You let the continuous stream of Christmas movies play lowly on the television. Neither you or Jean wanting to get up to find the remote and change it. Eventually, Jean felt your breath fall steady, the gentle sound of soft snores slipping from you as you slept soundly.

Without thinking, Jean shifted slowly, positioning himself in a more comfortable position, careful not to wake you as he did so. Finally comfortable Jean was able to follow suit, slipping into a warm, comfortable sleep. The soft sound of Christmas movies continued to play in the background for the rest of the night, counting down the hours until you and Jean would wake up and celebrate the holiday together. The first of many holidays together. And truthfully? Jean didn’t mind this being his new tradition. 

[hauntedaugust]

Gojo x reader

WC: 795

Summary: medieval au, soldier Gojo is just following orders, it's not his fault you get caught up in them.

A/N: I genuinely don't know why I started writing this, but I'm not mad that I was convinced to finish it. I'm considering a part two as it was originally supposed to be a reincarnation au, but if I did that it probably wouldn't be for a while. Also unintentionally implied fem reader

Part 2

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His eyes seem less intense when they are bathed in the warm light of sunset,

His laugh carries further when taken away by the gentle breeze,

And the expanse of the field makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his loving arms, although every other time I thought that has ended in my being tackled into the soft grass.

Far from our homes, I can believe his stories, the words he weaves into fantastical tales, all of which feature characters comparable to us, although he denies that there's any correlation between our love and the love of those in his stories.

In a perfect world, his narrative would be true.

In a perfect world, he would not have to sneak away from his guard duty and I would not feign sickness to have even a few seconds of his time.

In a perfect world, we would not have been born into enemy kingdoms. He would call me his and I would do the same. He would gift me his surname as a pledge of devout loyalty and as a promise of protection.

But the best he can give me is fairytales. As vibrant and colourful as the centuries of spilled blood that keep us apart.

I dare not fall asleep in his arms, although his steady heartbeat lulls me. I dare not dream that his stories come true. I dare not hope that in another life, he could be mine.

“One day,” he spoke, his voice a mere murmur in the ambiance of the forest, “one day I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by the fire in our hearth that I built myself and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And just once, I dare to dream.

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I am ripped from my dreams by screaming, by men shouting and alarm bells echoing through the night. My town is fully ablaze, the light of the fire illuminating the destruction that's been done, it highlights the haphazardly donned armor on our severely underprepared soldiers,

if you can even call them that.

Farmers, doctors, and boys, who speak about the honor of protecting your home, barely old enough to comprehend what honor means.

And now their blood waters the daisies on the side of the road.

I tried so hard to move, to do something, to help in some way, but between the heat of the fire, the screaming toddler, and the shock in my body, I thought only of how much the daises needed watering in this drought.

In my daze, I barely noticed the pain in my side as a soldier's blade caught me.

I pulled my hand away from my side as the soldier who stabbed me ran. and as I rip my eyes away from my own blood, I find myself staring into the eyes of the only man I have loved.

His eyes seem more intense when they are bathed in the warm light of blazing inferno,

His voice is weak when compared to the cacophony around us.

And the expanse between us makes me almost believe that if I can run fast enough, I may escape his arms, although this time I may end up being tackled into the solid cobblestone.

The more he spoke, the less I heard. His panicked voice faded fast along with my vision.

I soon found myself plummeting to the ground, I would have hit it had his arms not surrounded me as they had done so many times before.

As I looked at him he stilled like a deer caught unaware. His eyes wide and hands shaking as he kneeled next to me. His usual tenacity and unbridled confidence seemed to evaporate under the heat of my gaze.

And for once this loquacious storyteller was at a loss for words.

It was only when my breaths started coming in short, frequent, gasps did he seem to realize the severity of this situation. He only regained his voice when I lost mine.

Over and over again he repeated the same things, apologies and regrets pouring out of his lips faster than the blood poured from my wound.

And through the chaos and clamor, I heard his voice clear as the night sky we had met under all those years ago, “In some lifetime, I will be strong enough to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I will protect you with everything that I am, you will be warmed by a fire made not for destruction but protection and I will never let you sleep alone.”

And for a second time, I dared to dream.

[lesucremygic]

The Moon, PMS-ing and Us

There are times when you’re almost on your period or during it, you’d always feel like trash, a sad excuse of a human being, unworthy of anything good or the world just really tiring. 

You want to cry from the sheer frustration for not being able to stop feeling like that even though you knew, positive things still do exist in your world. 

Even though you understand and realize being grateful is important in times like that.

Actually, letting the emotion happen, is way more important than hating yourself for not being able to stop all of that from happening.

But, you have no idea how to brush off the weight of helplessness everytime those feelings grace your presence, because it’s almost impossible to not feel them sometimes. 

Ever since I got my period, more than a decade ago, I have never been prepared for these huge changes in my emotional state, or even physiological beings. I’m way too underprepared and it made me all over the place. 

I think a lot of us women and girls still feel extremely frustrated whenever we’re at a loss when something is happening to our body and there’s very limited information about what to do when those things happen. 

Most of the time, we almost always find countless baseless misinformation which are actually harmless for us instead. 

That is, foul, to be honest. 

It always makes me wonder, how exactly does the world view us women?  

I didn’t know that my emotional state is going to be so… wildly untamed when I’m PMS-ing. No women in my family told me that I’m going to experience that every month, that I’m going to be irritated with everything, even my own self. 

But overtime, later in life, once I somehow slowly let go of misogynistic views about myself, women and girls in general, re-learning and re-educating myself on my own biological condition and needs, I understand that these things better to be felt. 

Those irritations are, I think, a byproduct of bottling everything up everyday. Thinking that you’ll handle those emotions later because you don’t want to be seen as overly sensitive by people, or that you’re weak for not being able to handle them and not being able to smile every time inconvenience occurs. 

The burden of smiling. 

The burden of always appearing pretty and collected. 

The ridiculousness makes me want to rip my hair out. Everytime. 

Despite all that however, I’m slowly making peace with them even though it’s still difficult for me not to take my anger out on people who irritate me so much when I’m in that period of time. Because even when I tell them I'm sensitive and trying to regulate my emotions, they will mostly take that as a challenge to be so annoying. 

Blaming me in the end for being overly sensitive when I blew up.

I always warn them before they challenge themselves and be stubborn. But alas, they brought it upon themselves. 

Periods are difficult for me. Even with the constant diet change, being more active in windows where I’m supposed to be active and resting when I’m supposed to be resting, period will always make me feel like a total shit. 

Dealing with emotional ups and downs is one thing, dealing with the pain, cramps, and headache that will always follow after is another. 

That’s how sometimes I envy girls who barely feel pain in their body whenever they’re having periods, or that it’s easier for them to navigate through life. 

Good for them, truly, because if I could, I want all girls to have it easier dealing with periods. 

It’s just sometimes, I’m envious that I can never feel light for a long time when periods are coming.

Being girls with a built-in pain inside their body is not easy, it’s too hard to make men understand the great burden we have to endure every single month. It’s too hard to make them understand that we will never get used to it. We will never get used to the pain. So most of our irritations are totally valid to begin with. 

There are those who were raised by their parents right and could empathize with us, I’ll always appreciate those men, even though that’s a total bare minimum… but the ratio of those who understand and can empathize with those who will always think it’s natural for us to be like that and to just suck it all, is way too phenomenal.

Not to mention when they already have a sticky false upbringing about women and menses in Islam, a religion that I believe in,  women and menstruating somehow became a really taboo topic for a discourse in most Islamic communities, which is another horrendous foul thing to ever occur.

So it sucks.

Period is sucks, not having periods also sucks… 

It’s just how we’re built, I understand that. 

What frustrates me the most is when the society gaslighted and guilt-trips me to not feel any of these irritations even though we have to endure a long excruciating 7 days with pain and being stuck in discombobulation. 

I just want them to be more understanding, if they can’t empathize that is…and more discourse about it so a wide range of people, women and men alike, can understand more about healthier approaches and education about menstruation. 

In the hope that in the end, it would make them kinder…

In short, I just want a break. 

L.

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Dedicated to all women and those who menses, because sometimes, we just want a freaking break.

[00towns]

plant matter, part 1: a mid-season update

Veggie garden 

This year, I planted two cultivars of tomatoes, but the names are all in Japanese, so I don’t actually have a really good idea of what they are. If it helps, they are アイコ and 甘玉ミニトマト (which just means sweet round mini tomato). I bought them as grafted starts from the garden center near Matsumoto for about ¥250 apiece. A steal!

I live in an apartment and knew I was going to be planting in containers, but I was still a little underprepared for some aspects of this project. The full sun of May turned out to be too strong, and the tall vines now all have a naked midsection from when I had to prune off some sunburnt leaves from their day at the beach. Some strong winds in early June also knocked the pots over a few times. Now, they’re strung up under the bike port to protect from both the sun and the wind. My sometimes kind, sometimes overbearing downstairs neighbor helped me trellis them to the roof. Because of the weird, intermittent sun under the bike port, they’ve grown kind of out of hand shape-wise but are still producing well. 

I also have two types of bell peppers , which are are happy in the sun and still live there. The smaller of the two is producing really well, the bigger has yet to show any fruit but has lots of flowers. Bell peppers can be eaten at any point but the sweet reds and oranges characteristic of summertime take their time, so it’ll be a while until I’m eating anything from there. 

The growing season in Japan is really, really long; I was buying starts in March and had them planted by April; I’ll probably be harvesting well into October if the temperatures from last year keep up and the late rainy season is any hint. Given how abundant my current setup already feels, I’m looking forward to seeing the creativity my small space will require to keep everything supported and staked. I’m also looking forward to gifting the fruits of my labor to my neighbors, with whom my terrible, terrible garden has been a great starter of enthusiastic yet clumsy Japanese conversation practice. 

Next year, I’d like to grow using grow bags instead of containers to maximize size and storage in the off season, and also venture into early season vegetables to hopefully get another harvest out of the long growing period. My neighbor across the street is already on her second crop of the year on the same garden plot, producing fat gourds after a full harvest of snow peas and pea shoots. Bell peppers are also a little slow to produce for my impatience, so I’ll probably also start shishitos to hold over my itchy hands. 

Anything can be a houseplant if you try hard enough 

Monstera deliciosa and monstera adansonii

I bought my deliciosa for ¥1200 at the grocery store a few weeks after I arrived in Mie, and did nothing to take care of it for the remainder of that growing season as settling in became overwhelming. By the time the long winter dormancy passed, I was realizing that I had wasted several good months of growing and set about taking it seriously. I repotted, fertilized, browsed /r/houseplants, and watched with absolute delight as she pushed out three new leaves in just a few weeks living on my balcony before realizing I needed to repot again to set the sideways-growing stem upright. At time of writing, success of this major transplant is to be determined; the smaller plant is pushing out a pretty pitiful leaf (that I also ripped while staking), but there's no movement on the larger plant. I'm so happy with how this plant has grown.

The adansonii was a recent purchase that came from the same store as the deliciosa. In Virginia, I have a baby adansonii from L, but hadn’t even realized they were the same plant because the leaves on this thing are colossal. I repotted immediately after I brought him home because he was pretty crispy, and I hate the potting mix that my local grocery store uses. Just a few weeks later she’s pushing out big holey leaves.

2. Phalaenopsis, dendrobium, and cattleya orchids 

I call these plants rescues, but honestly they probably could have used rescuing from my care at some point. I got the phals for free from the opening of an Italian restaurant downtown, where they otherwise would have gone in the trash. I took them home on the bus, the enormous white flowers hitting me in the face every time we went over a bump. I enjoyed several weeks of the colossal blooms, then cut the spikes back and repotted for the winter dormancy, where I lost several large leaves and was in dire straits for a while. This growing season, I’ve been rewarded with a facehugger amount of fat green roots and a few new leaves, although the period of neglect has left the mature ones pretty pitiful looking. My phals are overgrown, battered, and won’t be winning any contests but I’m holding out hope for some flowers this year. I imagine this is what adopting a retired racing dog is like.

I bought the dendrobiums in bloom from the grocery store. They dropped their flowers and almost all their leaves immediately and looked really fucking terrible. They still kind of do, but I split the plants into three to be more manageable and the new canes are doing better than they were crowded in the same pot. I thought the window hanging might have the best light, but the old canes are kind of long and unwieldy. I don’t think I can cut them because they hold a lot of water, which will help with self-regulation if I travel for a long time, but I hope they know that they hate me and I hate them. 

I found this cattleya for Y500 at the grocery store! It also dropped its blooms when I brought it home (are we sensing a theme yet), but I came home from Kyoto last weekend to a new pseudobulb and a renewed hope for blooms this year.

3. Honorable mentions 

Ikebana club at school, where I found not just one but two caterpillars in my set of flowers. I absolutely don’t have the touch for this, but it’s very fun. Bonus harvest from a run.

Bucket orchid lives in a blue plastic bucket on the ground in the break room at school, and has for almost three months now. It hasn’t been moved since that time, and has doubled in size. On the last day of exams, I checked and it has a spike. Bonus money tree that lives on my desk.

Bankoyaki is a specialty type of pottery local to my city! There was a fair a few weeks ago, and I picked up some plant pots, dishes, and a nabe pot. If all goes according to plan, these will come home with me to America to feed my ongoing houseplant habit there too. 

Camellia, plum, cherry, azalea, hydrangea 

The flowering season stretches long in the spring. Cherry blossoms are the most famous, but in March, camellia are king. Their fat bulbs are used to make an oil I use in my hair, and they litter red, white, and pink petals. I visited Tsubaki Grand Shrine with Matthew on the tail end of camellia and the start of cherry blossom, an assault on the senses. 

The earliest of the ridiculously pink trees are not actually cherry blossoms but plum, which have a similar appearance but are darker pink with rounded petals. A large orchard in walking distance of my house called 梅林 was where I planned on spotting some of these, but the blossoms were pretty much immediately obliterated by some heavy rain during their peak bloom. A few weeks later, I was enjoying light pink cherry blossoms anyways, and learning more about the difference between the two. My neighborhood is called Sakura, and the namesake turned out. 

I wasn’t lucky enough to spot any wisteria this year, but I have a good sense of what they were supposed to look like thanks to a few holdouts at school on the outdoor trellises. These huge purple trees are on my must-see list for next year. Instead, I enjoyed azaleas in my neighborhood, which grow in vivid reds and pinks out of impossible-looking spaces in rock walls and garden pavers. 

Last, powered by the late rainy season, is hydrangeas. It’s been lovely to go to spots in Sakura that I discovered were the best viewing places for cherry blossoms and to find that the hydrangeas and magnolias in those same places have exploded into bloom. Nearer to Sakura Station, I saw several types that I had never seen before, as well as a snowball variety that are cartoonishly cute. At the end of June, C and I went to Uji to visit Mimuroto-ji, known for its sprawling hydrangea and lotus gardens. 

Fibrous eating 

A heavy emphasis on seasonal foods follows through to the availability of certain vegetables during hyperspecific times of the year. At time of writing, I’m finally finding cauliflower, zucchini, and flat beans in the stores despite my previous resignation that I would never really be eating them while living here. I’m not sure how long this will last, but I’ll make the most of this greenery before I have to go back to mushrooms and kabocha squash in the winter, although shiitakes are so stupidly cheap all the time I can’t imagine not eating them whenever I get the chance. 

Through the winter, I enjoyed many different types of citrus, including a fat, wide type of orange called sunfruit that I turned into a syrup, and haruka, which look exactly like lemons and taste exactly like lemonade. I think they’re trademarked, so I wasn’t able to get any shoots out of the seeds, but I do have a small army of sprouts from another cultivar called seminoles. In only seven to twelve years, I’ll have free fruit!

Around my neighborhood, a medley of fruit smells emanate from the mostly unattended fruit trees everywhere. Right now, kumquat trees are dropping fruit left and right, which I can pick up off the ground relatively undamaged. I come back from my evening walks with pockets full of dropped fruit and stained fingers from picking ripe wild mulberries. Also growing wild are kiwi, plum, and persimmon trees, which will all come into season slowly over the course of the year.

Soon, we’ll get the expensive dark-skinned melons that Japan is notorious for, but right now I’m also enjoying tiny muscat grapes that have the same texture as popping boba, sweet yellow cherries, and thin-skinned white peaches, all exorbitantly priced. 

Thank you, plant matter! 

ref: 

When Sartre Talked to Crabs, It Was Mescaline https://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/15/weekinreview/15grist.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_aesthetics

and of course, happy 29th to my rose <3

[virglows]

i start my new job monday and i’m only now refreshing my brain on the basics of cell biology 

[nerdybluephoenix]

Ever heard of the Disaster known as the 1904 Olympics? If not you should check it out wikipedia has a good page on it

I'm not sure if this is a prompt, but I'm gonna treat it like one.

Trigger Warnings: blood, injuries, posion

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"Welcome, galactic travelers, to Planet Crossing! The long awaited event where you - whether bidpedal, quadrapedal, or don't pedal at all - travel across a random planet's equator!

To say this is the most anticipate event is an understatement. For years, galactic kind have put aside..."

The fancy looking alien behind the screen continued on. Below the soft lighting of several TVs, many variations of eyes stared. Even the bar's employee, cleaning a glass with a rag like a movie-perfect bartender, watched intently.

"So... like a Space Marathon?"

The old-fashioned, 2025 television models blared on as if to ignore the tiny human. The rest of the bar ignored him as well, save for one burly individual who looked down to see who the hell he was talking to.

Despite the vocalization, the human sat by no one.

"Were you talking to me?" said the larger alien.

"To myself, really. But you'd do as well."

As if on invitation, the human scooted three seats towards the other.

"So how does it work, the... planet crossing? How do you get water? Food? Do you HAVE to travel by foot? What about the oceans?"

"Bring your own nutrition, mostly. There's... well, there's just too many species to track their dietary restrictions. And yes, most walk or the equivalent."

"And the oceans?"

"Swim?"

"Across an ocean? That's horrible!" The human took a moment to stare off into space. "Wait... right... most planets don't have oceans as big as Earth's, do they?"

"I know nothing of Earth." They watched the tvs in silence a few moments.

"The... bring their own nutriention, part... What if they run out? Or die of thirst?" The human shook their head and continued before the other could answer. "It just seems so lax. So underprepared. Do participants face sweltering heat? Or bitter snow? Lethal weather conditions?"

"What? No. Is this a problem on Earth?"

"Weather and lack of preparedness ruining games? Sure. Though one of the worst prepared ones was in... 1904 I think."

Though the human couldn't seen it, a table of two behind him looked away from the screen towards the vocal individual. Their own curiosity now piqued, but they said nothing as the conversation continued.

"And what happened?"

"Someone ate rat posion."

"Why?"

"Someone gave him rat posion."

"Why???"

"I don't know. He was given alcolhol too. But he got in first place."

"Why??????"

"Well, lots of others dropped out. From the heat and dust clouds. I'm talking sweltering heat. Over a hundred in fahrenheit. Eventually there was barely any competition."

"Fahrenheit?"

"Uhhh... over 37 or so celcius?"

"Not helpful."

"Hot, dude. Hot. Burning." He waved his hand in dismissal. "It wasn't the only problem though. The dust clouds too. Humans can't breath in dust clouds."

"I don't think anyone can."

"And that was the problem, wasn't it? All that, and there was barely any water for miles. Not to mention the track itself. Awful. Large hills, dusty roads, cars and pedestrians. I mean, at some point you might as well call it an obstacle course. A deadly one. Some people coughed up blood in this ordeal. One ripped their stomach lining."

As the human went on, the less awareness he held for his own volume. By now, the rest of the bar turned to listen.

"Is that normal for humans?"

"Coughing up blood? God no." They watched the screen again as past planets of previous events swiped across the screen. "These do seem pretty tame, now that I look at it. I mean, they're much larger than Earth, but the surface looks lovely."

"Thankfully. Your planet sounds awful in comparison."

"Well... maybe if you're not used to it."

"You two!" Shouted a third voice. All eyes in the bar turned towards the bartender. He brought a claw to what could barely pass as lips. "Shhh!"

The human gave an apologetic, closed mouth smile. In sync every eye in the bar returned to the televisions.

"After so many exciting events, it's time to introduce this game's host planet. Significantly smaller than our previous travels, but certainly not easier. This year, the human species will have the honor of giving our participants quite the challenge!"

On screen, the Earth spun.

"Huh. See, we must not be so bad!" He polished off his beer and slapped down currency. "I hope we're a better prepared host this time around. Could be interesting."

He left the bar. Behind him sat the aliens in stunned silence.

[mokeyirl]

I don't wanna have responsibilities today I just wanna stay in bed where it's comfy and soft

[signaturedish]

Hello! I have probably slapped you in the face with my notifications of likes and stuff. I love your PA story, it is. The. Best. I freaking love it, my friend. May I ask about that would have happened had Harry been like; thrown in at ROTF instead of the FIRST movie? I have no idea if I'm making sense.

Thanks so much for asking and filling up my notifications!! I’m so glad you like my blog and am very flattered you love my fic so much haha!

You’re making total sense, I get it. 

We diverged hard at the end of the first movie so the timeline PA is on will never get to RotF in a super concrete way. So dropping Harry in any particular moment of the sequel would make for a very different story. 

A more aimless story honestly, the events of RotF were so cluttered that it was hard to find a good spot to start changing things. 

There’s only a couple of places I could put him where he’d be with Megatron. The Decepticons are all busy with the Fallen and getting hunted down by NEST so if he pops up within the first 20 mins he needs to be near Sam’s college somewhere on the East Coast, I think? Or in Egypt at the very end if he’s not being adopted by Autobots. 

So let’s say around the week(?) Sam spends spazzing out in his classes with the Alice Decepticon on his tail, he suddenly finds himself right outside campus with a tiny kid staring up at him dreamily. He remembers going to bed after that awful night at Leo’s party but not getting dressed and leaving. 

“I’m here,” The kid says in a very clearly English accent, he’s barefoot and in raggedy pajamas. It’s the middle of the night. 

Sam wants to ask if the kid’s lost, but he’s blinded by sigils and voices, and lights and stars as whatever is happening, happens again. Too much information, static nonsense ripping behind his eyes seeps down his spine and into his hands like cold cement. 

The voices are louder, or are they screaming? Sam can’t tell, can only stand ramrod straight with his arms out and endure as he feels like someone’s squeezing the very last centimeter of toothpaste out of his chest, his arms, his hands. It hurts. 

When true awareness finally comes to Sam, he’s on his knees in the wet grass outside his campus breathing a mile a minue. The girl from earlier that night- Alice- is hovering over him with wide, wide eyes. What was she doing out too? Her mouth was moving, shrill demands piercing the cold night air, but it was going right over Sam’s head. 

He lets his gaze drop and can’t bite back a shriek of terror, falling on his ass and scooting away frantically from the sizzling black patch of baked blood and gelatinous sludge. 

It was right where the kid had been.

“Holy fucking slag.” Alice says, the first thing to reach his ringing ears. He’s only heard Ironhide say something similar, but he can agree with the shock and horror in her voice. 

“I j-just killed a kid.” Sam choked out, and then his perspective shifts higher as something thin and unyielding wraps around his waist and picks him up.

He cranes his neck to find hot-but-not-terribly-toned Alice hefting him up like a soiled puppy under one arm, she hunches over the steaming gore and picks up something just beyond it- something he hadn’t seen before.

“No,” Alice says in wonder, raising the bundle of silver spikes and angles up into the moonlight, “you just made a sparkling.”

 Then Sam’s night got infinitely more confusing. 

Alice wasn’t Alice anymore, instead a spindly Decepticon with round blue optics and articulated long helm protrusions was sprinting through streets, parks, neighborhoods, and alleys effortlessly carrying Sam and the silver thing all the while. 

No matter how he screamed for help or struggled, no one was around and they quickly made it to the outskirts of the city where Grindor the Decepticon helicopter picked them up and sped off without a word, gears straining to go even faster.

Sam was discarded in a heap next to Starscream and Alice carried the bundle all the way to newly revived Megatron.

Alice has already told him exactly what she saw while spying on Sam and Megatron is skeptical. A human turning into a Cybertronian? Impossible. Why would the Allspark even bother? This must be some trick.

He holds Harry close, examining his fragile frame and visible spark socketed behind nearly transparent armor. He’s trying to find the lie when Harry wakes up, crying and shivering, overwhelmed. Protocols kick in immediately.

Megatron is growling low in reassurance, bringing the sparkling closer to himself for heat. Whatever terror the sparkling feels upon getting a good look at him is instantly dismissed under his stroking servos and steady gaze. 

Harry is overwrought and desperately wants to run away. He’s stuck in a robot body that feels, sees, hears, smells too much. He doesn’t know where he is or how he got there, he doesn’t know why that voice chose to do what it did and join him. The only escape he can find is burrowing closer to the monster purring warmth and affection towering before him, hiding in his claws as they cup around him and shield him from whatever terrifying future awaited beyond their embrace. 

He wants this creature to keep him safe and never put him down.

They bond in an indescribable, fluid instant, and Megatron realizes he needs to reorganize his plans immediately.

The Fallen can’t destroy the sun, Harry is much too small for space travel and this planet has the nearest resemblance to Cybertronian temperatures. They can’t afford the ambush he’s been awaiting eagerly either, Prime and his scrapheaps were no doubt mere minutes away now, they hadn’t been discreet in their plans to kidnap the human. His base was more a battleground than anything, there would be no proper cover for the sparkling.

“Doctor!” Megatron shouted, processors whirring. “Look over the human- is he-”The human was gone, Starscream and every other Decepticon had been captivated by the sparkling and allowed him to escape. It was too late to look now. 

“Decepticons, retreat!” They didn’t have a base, icy panic trickled down his spine. They were set up off-planet with the Fallen and Starscream hadn’t bothered establishing headquarters on Earth, keeping the troops nomadic. Their only base was compromised and their escape had hinged on victory in battle, battle that was no longer acceptable. 

There was nowhere to go. With the Fallen in command, Megatron wasn’t even aware of how close the next set of reinforcements were.

In any other situation, he’d have to take his chances, rely on his cunning and strength to escape without damage and discover a place to hide, he’d resign himself to sacrificing useful troops to delay NEST pursuit. 

But with Prime...a more reckless option might have a much better payoff.

No more time to consider it, Prime and the Autobots burst through the walls and ceilings, primed for battle, bolts spraying and sending his Decepticons scrambling for cover. 

His sparkling keened in fear above his spark, no doubt deafened by the terrible clatter of invasion. Megatron put his back to the action, pressing against a wall to peer over his shoulder. 

A missile ripped a chunk of brick from the wall near his helm, spraying him in debris. Megatron didn’t flinch, finding Prime’s optics in the chaos. 

He didn’t say anything, the rising cry of his newly sparked sparkling hit harder than any return fire he was capable of.

The attack ends as abruptly as it began as Optimus calls off his Autobots and stares transfixed at the little figure trembling in Megatron’s grasp. He graciously allows all present Autobots to have a mini breakdown as he soothes Harry into semi-sleep mode.

With Prowl finding Sam sprinting across the grounds relatively unharmed and Harry in the possession of the woefully underprepared Decepticons, a truce is cobbed together on shared desperation. 

Alice’s account is retold, Ratchet is deployed as a technical POW to check over the brand new human-turned-sparkling, the Autobots ‘pursue’ the Decepticons without human assistance aaaaaalll the way out of the East Coast and to some secluded abandoned military base they know most human patrols don’t consider. 

For the rest of the movie, Megatron and all Decepticons present (I think there were maybe 5-6 during the Prime death scene?) not only have to treat their Autobot hostage well (enough), can’t openly attack or raid in the area close to their base without jeopardizing the safety they have hiding right under the humans’ noses, but then Megatron has to help Optimus and co when the Fallen decides that one measly sparkling is nothing compared to his millennia-long scheming and his vague idea of mass producing Decepticons with that weird hatchling thing. 

Any Decepticons still in agreement with that plan are also obstacles since the sun is now extremely important.

Overall, Megatron has a very bad time as newly resurrected lord and ruler since he has to abandon his almost successful murder of Optimus and skip out on destroying the whole miserable planet when it was right there. But he gets an adorable baby out of it so he really can’t complain. 

[aesthetic-survivor-of-twd]

Blog/Myself Update!

Hey! Thought I might give a little update so you all don't think I'm dead and that my killer is using my blog instead ❤

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I've got a university interview next Monday! and I'm so glad yet so underprepared for this, LOL

I literally had to email then though because the time they gave me for the interview is impossible to make since I live like 2.5-3 hours away from the Uni and need to get both a bus and train there T_T

ALSO my deadline for my Animation was originally tomorrow, but it turns out the lecturers are on strike then so it's been pushed away by a week and I'm so goddamn happy~

Okay enough about me.

I'm sorry I've had you all waiting for my Ask responses and other posts that I promised since I've basically been silent while I focus on college.

I promise I will respond to ALL of your Asks before episode 4. Even if I have to do what I did last time and close the inbox for a few days while I binge reply to them all (I currently have like 163 Asks so RIP)

I know I'm terrible for never sticking to my plans for this blog but I can at least 100% promise that :)

I hope you all are having a marvelous day, and hopefully I will be seeing you all again soon 💖💜💙

[stemcellee]

Hi! I'm an incoming physics (Tryna switch to engineering but uhhh that's a different struggle), and fall quarter two of the classes I'm taking are Chem 20 (under Scerri Bc I avoided Baugh omg) and Math 31B (prof tbd). I'm new to the whole studyblr mindset and ~struggling~ to self study this summer (off track, behind, idk where to begin) so I was wondering if you have tips on how to consistently study/anything specific to those classes Bc i feel underprepared :/ tysm!

Hmm well I had both those classes my first quarter as well, but I had Felker for Chem (rip x400 even worse than what people think baugh is)

Chem 20a is preeetyyy easy tbh; you will learn extremely general chem stuff (stuff from high school chem classes exactly) such as periodic table trends, stoichiometry, dimensional analysis, etc etc

Actually here is the book: https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B4IIN-Yl_suNSUhROTlYejN4Ums/edit 

It’s the SEVENTH edition but the text is still the same. You will be using the EIGHTH edition which is online only with OWL access code. Basically, you learn up to chapter 8 lol

For math, it’s basically AP Calculus BC. In all honestly I thought this class was harder than chem and I sucked at it. The PDF of the textbook is somewhere out on the internet for free lol or I am also actually selling the looseleaf textbook version of it!! I don’t exactly know how to study for this because it was my weaker subject and my professor did a lot of prrooooooofffinggg ewww

I hope that helped! Good luck!!