#jail breakdown

[pastelpaperplanes]

KOBD for the soul

[watmalik]

what the fuck is this

[arcee4me]

my (least) favourite thing about combiner teams in transformers media is that Hasbro only picks ONE member of the team and puts them in the media, (by media i mean shows, comics are better, kinda)

examples:

breakdown in tfp & es

swindle in tfa & es

first aid in literally anything, don’t get me wrong i love Aid as much as i love the other protectobots but he’s in so much more media then the others it’s infuriating

actually i’m gonna be honest i think it’s only those three that get to escape Hasbros combiner jail

and before you say anything blades in rescue bots doesn’t count bc they basically rewrite his character, i love him tho so it’s ok ig

anyways thanks for letting me rant, and don’t take any of this to heart, its just me complaining about nonsense + i’ve never read any of the comics bc im poor as shit so i could be wrong 🚶‍♀️

[x-mensirens]

"Listen to me, kid. The others inside you... You're lettin' them push you around! The Rogue I know wouldn't take that off of anybody!"

[clockwork-stars]

[ask game] Hi!!!!!

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers <3

Okay I can't promise that I will put in 10 people askbox because I am scared to bother but I am answering because it's fun

Movies. I don't talk about it often on Tumblr for some unknown reasons but I currently have an obsession with movies that is making me deeply happy. I am watching too much movie for my own well being but it is fun and it feels nice so who am I to tell myself to stop (lastly I have seen Mutt that was really nice!)

Books and reading in general. (Not so) ancient bookworm here that used to read multiple books a week and that is now happy when they end more than 2 books in a month. As much as I don't read as many books as I did before, reading makes me happy. Truly. Mostly fantasy, I am not gonna lie but reading truly feels magical

Okay this one is weird but trust me on it: Notion. Being able to do organisation in my life, having so many Notion page or Excel sheet for so many thing (I might have at least 4 different systems/place where I report the movies I watch/things about them). It just feels nice to do so, to be able to do statistics with it (yes I am weird) to have pretty notion pages to motivate me to things.

Uni. Yes I had at least 4 anxiety crisis that were uni related this week but still I love it so much??? I am absolutely fascinated by what I am studying I just always want more and if I listened to myself (and that capitalism wasn’t a thing) I would just spend the 10 next years studying in multiple fields.

Being in fandom related space. On Twitter but also on tumblr lately, interacting with people, consuming fan made content, going to convention, watching new content with theories and random pieces of content all over my mind. No matter the fandom, no matter my implication in it (there are those fandom where I am barely liking some tumblr post then there is this where I am managing the Twitter jail account, and then in the middle those where I read fanfictions as if my life depended on it without ever interacting with this fandom on social media. I have a lot of types of interactions). Fandom life and fandom interactions just make me feel good and make me happy. And seeing people happy to be there or happy to have new content often make me love the original work even more (typically doctor who) because of how much it makes others people happy.

I could continue but the ask was for 5 things so here we are 🫡

(Apparently I am unable to just list things and feel the need to always explain so sorry and take this freaking long answer-)

[ssaalexblake]

movies where a kid in the highschool class gets murdered and all that happens is the rest of them gossip at school are so wild like teenagers are dramatic!!!! where are the excessive criers and the contrasting numbness of idiot teenagers realising they're not immortal?? the people who are genuinely cut up about a friend dying and some others awkwardly being upset but trying not to be loud about it because they didn't know them That well and can see the people who did having breakdowns in the cafeteria???

somebody in my highschool year died, can you tell from this post?

[bp-zb1fics]

Citing the source of my current conniption, pls take care of your mental health and don’t read the tags

[indygotcha]

After long observation, this is all I can think with how much Disney fumbled Magnifico and what we really ended up getting

[dreaminterlude]

in many ways i am so grateful to find the small community of support these last few weeks in organizing action, jail support, and in the quiet moments where im debilitated in bed all day but still have specific people who will reach out and check in. it’s been so hard and grueling and defeating in many ways but also so hopeful and full of care in others

[mystmarten]

we have to assassinate neil gaiman

[nachosforfree]

Not really controversial/unpopular but I think phone guy and hand unit are important to the lore and how fazbears is still operational. I think there was a split in the company and William started his own business with afton robotics and sister location, while Henry was left to manage Freddy's and was later arrested (I think he was in jail for that thirty year period before FNAF three), and bc will was dead and Henry jailed handunit is the manager of Fazbear LLC with Sammy at the current time. He's in every game after sister location so it'd work, and phone guy, while I know he's Sammy in your au, the actual games gives some solid evidence that he had a much bigger role in managing the business considering he has full liberty and experience with springlocks to record training tapes, hire and swap shifts with employees, and even exclude William from the FNAF two location. Oh also balloon boy and dd and JJ are important characters and I love them actually

Based I think

[louistardust]

there are people at barricade tonight that get to touch tanktop louis and none of them are me

[sharky857]

What if Pierre was dumped into the luau soup and drowned for being a dick

But... But... Pierre is the lowest of the "bad quality food" one could ever dump in the potluck. 🙁 He would completely ruin the soup everyone worked so hard to make tasty. 😔

On the other hand... 🤔

Sam!

Sam might be perfecty capable of dunking Pierre in the soup. They may have banned him forever from dumping anything ever again in the potluck after that anchovies disaster, but nobody couldn't stop him from doing so for Abby's sake, if he ever acted fast enough ('sides, he actually gives zero 💩 about "impressing some old man everyone calls Governor").

[theinfinitedivides]

so i just finished Café Minamdang and uh. Choices were made

[diomedrian]

Am I going to forever flinch at the mention of family and spend four hours crying over what I could have been had my family loved me right or is that what turning 25 feels like

[boop-someone-today]

Hahahaha I’ve been thinking about this but I don’t think it’s long enough to post as a complete fanfic so I’ll just post it here. Tumblr is now my shit post of ideas when they can’t be long enough.

Anyway, Qi Rong don’t exist I guess🤷‍♀️

He didn’t choose violence today🤭

Here you go, Xie Lian angst…

“Xie Lian crawled out of the well. He had slipped on the way up and had to restart a few times, but he made it. As his feet hit the ground, he slumped and sighed, feeling drained and numb after saying hello to his parents. Rouye slithered about, trying to comfort but understands that if he did anything, he would make it worse, but wanted to show sympathy.

Xie Lian gave a gentle pat to Rouye and began walking. He wasn’t walking away from Mt. Taicang, quite the opposite. He was walking further up, to the peak. Along the way his robes obtained more rips, and he had gathered more scratches, unfeeling of them. The further up he went, the denser the forest got, to the point that unless you knew the way, you would never find the path paved under centuries of dirt.

When he finally broke threw the foliage, he has met with a tall skeleton of a temple. The wood somehow still standing, though charred beyond repair, and stone pillars that had toppled over, the tallest still standing just over his head.

After quickly locating the best place to climb up the beams, he scurried his way up, finding balance at the top. The wood was sturdy enough to support him through mystic means, but it worked. And he was grateful for it.

After he found the best spot to sit, he sat in the direction of XianLe, and dropped his head in shame.

There were many reasons for him to feel shame, he just couldn’t identify which one this time.

But before he could dive too deep into a spiral of self-loathing, he heard something, and something bright was just ahead. His head shot up.

Right where XianLe rested, there was a huge and glamorous kingdom, stretching for miles. He could just make out the city walls, covered in flowers in his honor. He could see the Main Street, covered in vendors filled with merchants selling gorgeous jewels worth fortunes, and women without compare but each other play music like no other. Everything was covered in a thin, but very shiny, layer of gold, making the city so bright during the day, it was almost blinding. And he could see home. A home that held his mother, and his father, and his cousin, and Feng Xin and Mu Qing, those nice cooks and washerwomen, his pets and treasures. It held all he ever dared to hold so dear, what he wishes he could have preserved, what he could have saved. He felt his tears build and fall.

So he blinked.

And it was gone.

All that was left was a blank plain of grass.

And suddenly he wanted to be a child, wrapped in his mother’s arms.

He also wanted San Lang. He wanted the man to hold him, to tell him it was alright. But he wouldn’t dare. Even if he was crying for him, choking his name out as he sobbed.

“Ma-ma! S-San La-ng! I wan-t you! Wh-ere are you!”

His sobs were a wretched sound, more of an animal then human. He was sobbing towards the heavens, and screamed his heart out over what he lost. And for the wish the people he wanted to comfort him to come back.

But he understood it wouldn’t happen, he just… he just wanted a moment for himself.

Just a little moment to sob. And no one be there to taunt him. Call him weak and to be a man.

He wanted to sob like a child, and so he did.”