#it makes sense on a planet

[thresholdbb]

A Federation starship seems like a terrible place for a bath

[thetruthpdf]

WHAT WE DO IN THE SHADOWS — 4.06 The Wedding / 5.10 Exit Interview

[rosesradio]

honestly the biggest thing i’ve learned during my time here on tumblr dot com is that interaction is loads more genuine than media consumption.

like idc if you ship the most bloodthirsty animalistic incestuous cannibals, if you’re a nice person to talk to that compassion & love shines through over any fiction & i’d defend you against anyone that consumes solely “pure” media but is awful to everyone

[christronomy]

i had an insane chan thought few days ago but unfortunately (or thankfully?) i forgot what it was and i am forever upset.

though i have an equal one i guess if u don't mind me sending this to you;;

my brain has been severely corrupted by chan wanting to pull out before he cums because no protection(maybe like first time going raw) but instead what he doesn't expect is you wrapping your legs tightly around him and giving him no chance and he just stares widely with big puppy eyes while streams of 'sorry's and 'please let me go' escape his mouth and you just, hazily say "it feels like a waste[if he lets his load out anywhere else but you]" while rubbing your own tummy

as he empties out his load while lustfully staring at your fucked out expression, hes determined to fill you to the brim with his cum every time you fuck. in every position possible. he deserves it..you deserve it. a quick way to chan's breeding kink awakening.

sorry this got so long fjskdhshdj he makes me want to eat glass in the most affectionate way ever

i have actually passed away and am typing this from my grave rn. holy shit anon you're so big brain for this. i agree 1000%.

i love the idea of it being the first time he goes in raw bc it's bc you begged him to do it. "just this one time, please? it'll feel so good, promise." and he can't help but just say yes, cause the way you ask is just so sweet and cute and he'd do anything to please his favorite girl ever. he just didn't expect you to do that—the way you wrapped your legs around him tightly to stop him from pulling out. he swears he's never cum that hard in his life, and you just look and sound so pretty when he fills you up that now he's hopelessly addicted to it. best believe he's never gonna use protection with you ever again.

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).

And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?

Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.

Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.

And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.

Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP

[neatokeanosocks]

i have finally seen Every Single Godzilla movie ever made. ask me anything

[protagonist-art]

i may have problems and issues 🥳

[amoritasart]

Why is there no war or conflicts in the Boiling Isles before Philip came into the picture?? I’m so confused?? Like everyone in the past was so nice ?? You telling me humans back home were suffering poverty, war, famine, killing and accusing each other of witchcraft, committing genocide against natives, but the witches had a whole utopia? Why did Evelyn even take interest in such a place?? You telling me tween Philip single-handedly introduced evil to an entire civilization?? A random fatherless, motherless, brotherless man took over an entire world full of beings that naturally have immense power, no one else ever even tried to abuse this natural born power ever ??

[chuplayswithfire]

just found out anakin became darth vader at 22. gotta say this explains everything, actually, becoming darth vader at 22 is just such a "i'm 22" mood

blowing up your life? abandoning your religious order with fiery vengeance? burning your bridges with people because you think they've betrayed you and all your emotions are so big but you're an adult now dammit?

like ok anakin i get it you're 22, this is not valid but like. mood.

[madderruz]

more doodles

[beetlecakes]

Youngest child seeking validation and someone to guide them 🤝 obsessing over found father media tropes

[fisheito]

Lemme show u my struggle just to make this edit . Struggle which could have been avoided by simply... counting.

One day, thinking: Eiden something something sun of the clan solar system WHAT IF I PUT THE CLAN MEMBERS AS PLANETS IN THEIR SEQUENTIAL ORDER OMG WHAT IF QUINCY LINES UP TO BE JUPITER IT'LL BE PERFECT LET'S DO THIS

So i got to this point and

WAIT quincy doesnt line up with jupiter that's not right. Ok. What if i count aster and morvay

ooo venus morv aha FRICK !!!QUINCY STILL DOESNT LINE UP WITH JUPITER BUt. No. This can work. Let's see where this goes

Ah. My vision is complete .

[figofswords]

saw some tags on one of your posts and u have a cat name midna?? 🥺 I love that 🥺 can we see a pic pretty please

oh boy do I EVER have a cat named midna. and she is Deranged

(bonus: rare photo of midna being NOT a maniac + tiny baby muppet midna)

[starrysharks]

hinata ishikawa aka pigtail meteor!

[curious-chaosmagiic]

i want to ask other witches or anyone really who works with magics opinions on this!

i feel a more personal connection with the concept that the sun and moon are rules by one entity, maybe this entity controls the earth and allows us to see these celestial bodies? i don't know how to explain it- but i feel as tho the sun and moon are very connected sort of how cats and dogs can have one owner sort of thing?

i've never really heard of a deity or divine being that rules over both the sun and moon, it's usually two deities, and i do understand why that is! and it does make sense to me! but i feel like there is also a deity that controls the way the sun and moon are perceived? does any of this make sense

point is i just wanted to get that out there to the world :)

i'd love to hear others thoughts about the moon and sun, your beliefs around it and such!!

[hirayaea]

love and deepspace drabble — “partner”

—“don’t you trust me to wait for you?”

—or, alternatively: the first time they become partners

—xavier/mc

—notes: I thought this would be part of a longer fic. maybe it will be. I have a 5 page WIP with a dozen different scenarios and I don’t know where it’s going. I haven’t written in a long time, and this feels like an ‘in between the moments’ piece more than anything. I’m still in the process of moving so I thought I’d post something I already made a while back while I’m on break! it’s simple and short but enjoy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

��warning: maybe mild “shooting star” anecdote / myth spoilers

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You remember sitting next to him, pencil in hand, doodling a flower in your notebook during art class.

“Do you like flowers?” you write at the top corner of the paper, tapping over it twice so he would notice. He is torn between paying attention to you or listening to the teacher, but you both have gotten into enough trouble to know what he will choose.

He glances at you, a small smile on his face, and shrugs. Then he begins writing, “It depends. Do you like flowers?”

His smile is so boyish and cute; it makes your entire face red enough that you have to turn away. Joy blooms in your chest and you have to suppress the sudden urge to smile like an idiot.

When you face him again, he is looking at you, his eyes the reflection of a clear blue sky before rain. The intensity of his gaze causes the heat to spread to your ears and neck; you almost forget yourself, but he mimics you and taps over his note.

Oh, right!

“Yes,” you reply.

He looks pensive before he scribbles again. “What do you like more, stars or flowers?”

You pretend to be deep in thought and tap your pencil on your chin. Then, “I like both,” you write; you’re aware it’s cheeky, and your grin is as wide as it is mischievous. You draw a large star around the flower you first drew, and put a comet tail so it looked like it was shooting off to space.

Xavier shakes his head in amusement. “That’s greedy,” he writes.

You wanted to retort but the sound of loud chatter stops you. Your classmates had begun to move their chairs; your art exercise was starting, and the girls of your class are quick to ask Xavier to be their partner.

You pout and watch them from the corner of your eyes as you begin to pack up your notebook. You clearly weren’t listening to the teacher, so you had no right to complain that you didn’t ask Xavier first when you didn’t even know what was happening.

You’re about to stand when Xavier calls your name.

“Where are you going?”

You pretend to be anything but upset. “I’m off to look for a partner,” you say, brushing an invisible speck of dust from your skirt.

“You’re not choosing me?”

When you look up at him, he looks like a sad puppy, and you try and pretend it didn’t make your heart didn’t skip a beat.

“I thought someone else beat me to it,” you mumble.

The breath he releases is mixed with a laugh. He looks relieved, you think, and before you can try to understand why, he leans forward.

“Don’t you trust me to wait for you?”

You place a hand on his forehead to try and push him away. “You’re too close!” you say, and suddenly everything is warm; he chuckles at your reaction, a sound low and pleased, and the vibrations of his laugh resonate under your palm. The sensation travels through straight through your chest, and your heart is feels tight enough that your head is lightheaded; you’re not quite sure if you’re coherent enough to form a witty retort, so you settle with the truth.

“O-of course I trust you.”

Xavier seems content with that.

With a small smile, he takes your hand.

“Let’s go then,” he rasps, entwining your fingers, “—partner.”

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—end? or the beginning?