#idk i wanted to share with the class

[flagsontheland]

I had a dream last night that I was driving a childhood friend's older brother to the airport. And I drove by a cliff that looked like the side of a bundt cake and I was like dang. I'm really craving a bundt cake rn, let me Google recipes. But like when I tried to type it into the search bar Google was trying to change my search terms that I was typing in?? And then when I managed to search bundt cakes it was results that had nothing to do with bundt cakes. It would give me results about makeup or other stuff but it was actively trying to erase all evidence of bundt cakes existing. And I kept trying to search bundt cakes all while driving in the dark and rain. Finally I was like maybe another search engine will work, but then I woke up

Tldr: I had a dream that Google was actively trying to censor any mention of the existence of bundt cakes

[mercurymacaroons]

arrives 15 min late with a latte

......sup

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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erik's chest is heaving as he arrives at the door step almost stumbling to the already in need of a clean mansion. he frowns. charles had been so fastidious about keeping the place clean once they arrived. perhaps he wasn't home.

one of the children, the whitish-silver haired one- oh, yes, pietro that was it, tugs on his sleeve, "is this an orphanage?" the names of these children still didn't seem real to him. everything felt like a nightmare.

"it's a school," he corrects, "an old friend of mind runs it."

"is it a boarding school?" the girl (wanda, he reminds himself, wanda. his daughter. not just a girl. not just any child.) asks.

"of a sort," he replies and knocks again, louder this time, tempted to just throw open the door.

pietro stamps his foot, "you're gonna leave us here aren't you?" before erik can respond, his young son slams his heel on erik's toes, "fucker!"

erik hisses, "pietro-"

"peter. i don't like pietro. it's a stupid name!"

pietro had been the name he picked out when magda had once teased the idea of having children. it had been his grandfather's name. wanda was the once she had chosen, a name she had always been fond of since she was a girl. now those children were real and one was yelling at him.

erik begins to raise his voice again when the door cracks open. from the crack, he sees hank's eyes and nose peak out. a second later, he's opened the door a bit more, keeping his body between the inside and erik.

"what are you doing here?" he snaps, "who are they?"

"why aren't you blue?" erik asks, genuinely, "how did you reverse-?"

"i'm asking the questions," hank growls and erik watches a ripple of blue skin and yellow eyes appear. ah. not so reversed then.

"i need to see charles," erik explains, "to talk about them."

"there's no school. charles closed it. he can't help them," hank replies, "go somewhere else."

"hank, they're my children."

hank blinks in surprise and looks at the two of them, pietro trying desperately to tug away from his father's hold on his wrist while wanda stands next to him with her chin high. he sighs, "what do you expect charles to do?"

"i- i don't know," he admits, hating the glare pietro gave him at the words, "their mother is gone. i don't know how to raise children. i didn't know where else to go."

hanks shakes his head, "charles won't be of any help."

At that exact moment, pietro decides to vibrate his hand so fast, he burns erik's palm causing him to hiss and let go. normally, he's prepared for this trick. it's one of his son's favorites . being caught up in the conversation with hank took just enough attention away from erik to not prepare himself for the burn.

his son is about to bolt when wanda placidly says, "i've got him."

with a single lift of her hand, pietro freezes and falls face first in the grass, wriggling there like an earthworm. wanda was in an agreeable mood then. that was good. hank stared at them with a slightly stunned expression. erik gave him a withering look.

finally, he steps aside, "you're not gonna like what you see." a pit of dread grows in erik's stomach as he picks up pietro like an american football to carry him inside.

american football... he remembers better days. he remembers sean and alex always teasing him for calling it that. for calling "soccer" any number of colorful variants of football: football, piłka nożna, fussball. it was almost a game in it of itself. this place had far too many tainted memories.

"is he in his study?" he asks.

"he's barely gone in there in over a year. he's probably in his bedroom."

"is he asleep? it's two in the afternoon." charles only slept in when he was hungover. and it was tuesday.

"i don't know," hank shrugs, activating no small amount of annoyance.

"well if he isn't alseep, then he would know i'm here by now. he probably needs help," erik tries not to wince, memories of the beach still fresh as he recalls pulling the bullet out of charles' spine, "go fetch him."

hank gives him a tired glance that's partially pity and partially screaming, i'm not a butler.

"hank?" he hears the call from upstairs, "is someone here?"

hank winces as erik immediately bounds up the stairs with only a terse 'wait' to his children. both promptly ignore him, the boy zipping to catch up and the girl bounding along as best she could. he sighs, rushing after them. maybe he can bribe them with cookies he bought. they're just from the grocery store bakery, but kids hardly cared about such things.

erik flings open charles' door, feeling like a man possessed. charles was so close. he could fix this— or at least help erik. this man adored children far more than he ever could. not to mention, his old friend lived a much safer life. he could only go so long ignoring contacts from azazel, emma, and mystique before they came to investigate his sudden no-contact. charles always had answers. charles had started a school. charles—

looks like a mess.

the charles of erik's mind, when not the nightmare of a man in pain on a beach, was polished and coiffed to perfection. his fluffy hair was always styled, always dressed to the casual nines (or just the nines), oceanic blue eyes brightened by his clothes, two perfect ruddy lips that dipped into a heart shape at the top.

this was not the charles of his mind. before him stands a haggard man, eyes dull, lips pale, wearing nothing more than dirty sweats and a dirtier robe. he smells, reeks even. days old sweat, vomit, and the distinct, overbearing scent of alcohol wafts off charles. his hair hangs long in greasy strands. those pale lips quiver.

"charles?"

and then he is being punched. faster than he can comprehend, a fist connects with his cheek, sending him careening back into the wall until he hit it. unable to get his balance, he falls rather unceremoniously onto his ass, grasping at his chin. pietro’s chorus of mocking laughter shrieks directly into his ear.

"he got decked!!!" the child squeals in delight, "good hit!"

erik rubs his chin, "pietro, i told you to wait."

"you're not the boss of me."

"i," erik grimaces as he tries to ease his aching jaw. he didn't know charles could punch that hard. by the sight of charles shaking his hand out, he suspects charles didn't either, "i very much am."

"you shouldn't be here," snarls charles but his attention is clearly caught by pietro who is rocking back and forth on his heels.

"good to see you too, old friend," erik grunts out and then watches as charles steps towards and bends get a better look at pietro, "and walking."

charles snaps his head toward him, glaring, "no thanks to you."

truer words had never been spoken. erik attempts to brace himself against the wall. all his thoughts jumble in his mind worse than normal, fighting a brain fog from charles' outburst.

"papa!"

wanda's little hands clutch his arm as she tries with futility to help him up. a very agreeable mood then. good. keeping wanda agreeable was top priority. her eyes narrow at charles, though, which make erik cup her face gently.

"i'm fine. my friend was just surprised to see me," erik assures her. red sparks at her clenched fists, "wanda, deep breaths."

his daughter nods and does so, with no small amount of panic on erik's part. this is why he needed charles. he was a calm in a storm. usually.

hank finally catches up to them, "why don't you two come with me to the kitchen to get some cookies and leave your dad and professor xavier to talk?"

"cookies?" asks pietro before taking off, leaving both charles' and wanda's hair swinging in the breeze he left.

hank sighes and looks to wanda. wanda looks instead to erik with big pleading eyes. he nods at her as she moves, taking hank's hand, smiling at him.

"what kind of cookies?" she asks, rather sweetly as hank leads her down to the kitchen.

erik looks at charles, "we need to talk."

"my study, then."

[daistea]

Spoilers ❗️

I sometimes think about the little details of Mithrun’s time as a dungeon lord. When he became dungeon lord he wasn’t at his best, so it was probably a whirlwind of emotions and desires.

Kind of like when Marcille became a dungeon lord and she didn’t really clock how weird things were getting. But Marcille wasn’t a dungeon lord for long, Mithrun spent five years in that position. Once he calmed down, did he look around like ‘wtf? Why is my girlfriend a snake?’

Obviously we know that at some point he realized that things were weird

The mimics/illusions of his friends disappeared, his physical state was worsening. He had to realize that something was happening, he just didn’t know what.

Anyway I have nothing profound to say actually. I just wonder if he ever looked at Snake Girlfriend and wondered what was happening there. Did he.. like it?

I headcanon that he didn’t love her. Kabru is narrating the story and is trying to make it seem more appealing, so he says ‘the woman he loved’ but like..

That is not the face of a man in love. The picture and the text tell two different stories. Which is literally what’s happening in canon as, again, Kabru tells the story in a way that will best appeal/make a good lesson. Kabru has to know the truth, but he’s not narrating it truthfully.

She’s not in the bed with him, he’s not looking at her. Honestly I think he just wanted to possess what his brother had/what his brother wanted

But anyway, so a snake.. What was his daily life like? What does the life of an established dungeon lord look like?

He’s got his friends and the things he does to defend/upkeep the dungeon. I just can’t get over THE SNAKE GIRLFRIEND

I know she’s a representation of his mental/emotional state. I know. She was probably so perfect and wonderful because that’s what Mithrun wanted and the goat was fully capable of giving him that.

It’s just…

THIS GUY’S A MONSTER FUCKER!!!!!!

[ignatiusteto]

i think sacred music in the kryn dynasty would be very cyclical and repetitive in form to symbolize the idea that life is a continuous thing (at least those who are consecuted right right) and is a cycle across lifetimes and yeah

[verysmallcyborg]

the audience ought to know that fornax is roughly 9ft tall in our pirate au (only sometimes. specifically in fights and Other Scenarios. ahem)

they're almost just as tall as ryss even while kneeling down next to her. huge. massive

and importantly, get a load of those yuri paws (they're retractable, dw about it)

[maikhiwi00]

TRANSFORMERS: GENERATION 1 (1984-1987) 4.01 | The Rebirth, Part 1

[camzverse]

made my ocs in the sims lalalalaaa

[givehimthemedicine]

El has nightmares. they both do, it's no surprise. Max knows all the classics, and can sometimes tell which El is having by what she murmurs in her sleep. lots of Starcourt and lab ones. Max dying is easily the most common one. for all those, Max can wake her and comfort her and tell her it's okay.

a rare one that Max hates the most is when El cries mama? like a lost child. that's the one that always makes Max cry, because there's not a thing she can do about it. all the love in the world is no replacement for what was taken from El. she will never recover, and there are no real words of comfort to offer.

for those, Max tries to gather her up gently without waking her, and hold her close, and hope that El's dreams might shape her arms into the ones she needs.

sometimes, when El tightens around her and breathes more softly, mama, Max likes to think maybe it's working. she kisses her head and tries her hardest to cry silently.

[quorras]

every time i see someone call tron 'cyberpunk', i lose ten years off my lifespan

[jils-things]

I love my uni so much you have no idea

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

GUYS HELP!

I LIVE LAUGHED LOVED A LITTLE TO HARD AND NOW APPARENTLY IM POPULAR IN A FACEBOOK MESSENGER GROUP BECAUSE I HELPED SOME PEOPLE WITH ESSAYS ON REDDIT

[two-dolla-bills]

Why I think Benry meant it when he translated a lot of blue to mean "I hate you," a tumblr post

Yes I know this is a bit no shit duh and it's from a funny inprove series but I remembered some fanon from years back and I wanted to throw in my two cents.

In case you need a refresher, there's a scene in act four part one where Benry spits out a shitton of blue sweet voice at Gordon, to which Gordon asks Tommy what it means, to which Benry interrupts Tommy's translation and states that it means "I hate you." Many people started to form the headcanon that Benry was being dishonest about that particular meaning, and that he was covering his ass by stopping Tommy from telling Gordon the truth. I think he meant it.

If you look at that part in isolation, the theory that Benry was lying makes sense, but for my argument, we need to zoom out and give this scene some much needed context. This part takes place post betrayal and post acquisition of the mini gun arm, which means that tensions between Gordon and Benry are very high. At this point, Gordon genuinely hates Benry and has expressed multiple times that he wants to kill him, but to no avail. Hell, when he first got the mini gun, he tried shooting Benry with it point blank while yelling "I wish I could kill you!"

Anyways, the I hate you scene starts with Tommy being drenched in blood, to which Gordon suggests that he use a med kit to clean himself off. Coomer points one out, but then Benry gets to it before Tommy can and apparently drains the whole thing. Gordon gets pissed the hell off by this, and starts berating Benry, which causes Benry to just start mocking him. Having had enough of Benry's bullshit, Gordon hits him with the mini gun arm and sends him flying. After that, Gordon starts throwing him around like rag doll, which causes Benry to spit out a lot of blue.

A possible counter argument to this could be the fact that blue has previously been translated as meaning "calm down" BUT, it's ALSO been established that the same color can have multiple meanings, for example, the color teal. Teal is given about four different meanings and functions through out the series, those being "need meal," "surprise," "heal beam," and acting as a binding agent to make a cocoon, but it doesn't stop there. Green is another color that is given multiple meanings, which actually end up contradicting each other. The first meaning is from when the science team stumbled upon the skeleton in the vents. It blew out green, which Tommy translated as meaning "he's not mean." The next time green appears, it's combined with blue, changing the meaning to "it's time to be mean," again translated by Tommy.

This variety shows that context is important when trying to determine the meaning of any given instance of sweet voice. Due to these factors, I fully believe that Benry, at least in that specific moment, truly hated Gordon.

[httpiastri]

I saw the college!pepe ask and SCREAMED because I'm entering college right now and I'm so SO nervous I'm clinging onto the comfort of college!pepe for dear life 😭 I also randomly tweeted mechanical engineering major Pepe and it sort of blew up 😭 then when the pepe marti interview article appeared he literally answered that if he wouldn't be a driver he'd be an engineer like DID I PREDICT PEPE IN STEM??????

now I can't stop thinking about engineering major Pepe who has a social science/humanities partner and even though the buildings are on the opposite ends of the campus he'd literally run for 20 minutes and 2 kilometers just to reach you every lunch or vacant time (my campus is freakishly large idk why) or like studying together and he'd be so overwhelmed with an equation that to take a rest he'd lay his head on your lap and listen to you ramble about your latest essay or social theory

and like the fact that in my college rn there's this ongoing joke that my department and engineering department are natural enemies (idk why 😭) but like pepe would singlehandedly defeat all those stereotypes because HE'S A SWEETHEART he would never do anything that could be called a red flag and he doesn't care that his major is the exact opposite to mine he would still give 101% of his attention

I just love college!pepe so dearly

(also maybe because of the fact that he won't be able to experience college in this universe 😭)

- ☄️

you definitely are not the only one to love college!pepe 🥺

entering college! omg sounds so exciting!!! but ofc understandable that you're nervous too, it's a big step! it's going to be so much fun tho and you're gonna enjoy it so much, and maybe if you manifest it enough then mechanical engineering!pepe will actually be there 🥰

im so bad at twt but i went on and saw your tweets abt it now and just !! yes yes yes !!!!! ESP the one idk what its called in english but the retweet thing u started with "not defeating the..." and i just 😭 aaaaaaa imagine him sitting like that and laughing around with classmates like ?? are you even real or are you a robot or something bcs how can you be this perfect and ?????

going that far away just for his partner is a very pepe thing to do :( you insist on meeting him halfway for lunch etc and he's just "no❤️" and is standing outside your classroom door right when your lecture ends. and ofcccc having study dates with him in a library where he's struggling with something and just crashes onto your lap all whiny and tired.... yk pepe is so smart and knows everything he's studying but on the few occasions when he doesn't understand, he just wants you to be there to distract him yk?? (and sometimes... maybe... he's just faking not knowing..... he just wants your attention 🥺)

omfg that joke from your college... that's so iconic and so so funny, esp thinking abt it from a pepe standpoint like 😭 buddy would definitely enjoy the friendly jokey banter and be all "booo you're from the humanities department?? booooo", but with you he's a whole different person <33 very "you're the exception"<3<3 (but yes ofc he's the #1 sweetheart, he would never cross any lines slkdjfhdk i definitely think he would enjoy just silly verbal fighting but nothing more)

pls not your last sentence... darling you broke me..................... that's actually so upsetting 😭 poor poor boy 😭 i think he would actually really enjoy the college life and fit well into it :((

[seariii]

Being called a twink update: a friend me and another friend have in common, that I haven't talked to in a while, told my friend to tell me "ur trans". I'm lacking context. And when I asked why, friend I was talking to sent me an audio with "YOURE A TWINK YOUR TRANS ASS IS A TWINK" or something like that and I'm sitting here like

Look, idk why people perceive me in such a way, I'm quite confused, but I'm arriving at the conclusion that they're just jealous of whatever's going on with my gender

[madrevolting]

tapestry i wove last semester