#may x bee

[murmurmurena]

[appletvsource]

MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS 1x10 Beyond Logic

[bambeebirdie]

There are two things involving Shockwave and Elita-1 I’d really love to see in a transformers series (they are not compatible):

1. Them being absolutely enemies. Elita and Shockwave hate each other. They got like 4 billion years of extra war between them and they cannot stand even the sight of one another. Optimus and Megatron wish they hated each other as much as Shockwave and Elita do. They should get to be silly, terrible rivals at least once, please <3

2. Shockwave and Elita-1 ending the war on Cybertron and for a more crack version of this getting together too. Genuinely I’d be so into a series where like Optimus and Megatron establish communication back with Cybertron and the war is just over. Even funnier the war is over and their respective romantic partners are now married

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

I'm obsessed with Michael Myers...and it's soon to be Halloween...Which gives me an excuse to draw him..delicious

[dragonsongmakhali]

I don't even know if I can.

swap gift for @archaiclumina! Thank you so much for your patience, I'm coming in right under the wire! :> I loved reading about Ren, and I'm nothing if not a shipping machine, so I went with a recreation of a scene from the first X-Files movie given to me as ref, with Ren as Scully and her husband's OC, Cal, as Mulder. Also a bonus, because I thought it was cute :D

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt “bees” from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 164

Drarry microfic: the vet

A sudden, loud howling filled the warm summer air. Harry ran to the backyard, panic racing through his veins, until he found their dog, Padfoot, sitting on the grass with one front paw lifted in the air. If dogs could cry, Harry was certain Padfoot would be crying right now.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Draco asked as he came running out the house as well. “What happened?”

Harry walked toward Padfoot and took the paw in his hand. It was already starting to swell. “I think,” he said, amusement clearly audible in his voice, “our little Padfoot here, played a little too close to the neigbour’s beehive.”

Padfoot whined again, as Harry inspected the paw further.

Draco sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, now what?”

“Now,” Harry said, giving Padfoot a stern look, “we go to the vet.”

At the sound of the word, Padfoot’s head snapped toward Harry, his eyes pleading. This was going to be a fun afternoon.

Prompt from May 23rd

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[whatudottu]

My first thought when i saw this: TFP Ben 10

Given how this 👇 is Ben's canonical car:

You aren't too far off lmao (mostly on the colour at least).

You might not be particularly a fan of CNA from your sphere of headcanons, but considering that Ben can access another biomechanical species in the galvanic mechamorph, I'm sure there's enough of an Omnitrix work around to sample cybertronian data. Seeing as it's a Camaro you could probably have a TFP x Ben 10 crossover equivalent to TFA Waspinator maybe, a green Bumblebee (or a green hornet if you of/remember that) but it's Ben. Considering how the biomechanical Upgrade has a few biological translation issues to the point of not quite technically being a fully integrated transformation, maybe Ben would speak with his own voice like Upgrade does or maybe even through radio depending on how physically different cybertronians are to human anatomy.

I mean that specific line of thinking would only be possible if Ben snagged a sample of Bumblebee's CNA (or whatever you'd prefer) which could either be convoluted or unclimactic, though I guess if street racing in some part of the globe with a desert (aka somewhat nearby Bellwood which already exists cross universe between Ben 10 and Generator Rex) there could be some plot about his shenaniganery nearly running Team Ben off the road and messing with Kevin's own heavily modified yet fresh from 1979 Dodge Challenger to the irritation and anger of Kevin himself. Something something Bee got the attention of the wrong (mostly) humans(ish).

[thebusylilbee]

"[...] The series finale suggested Keeley chose to be with neither man, perfectly content to carry on, on her own. But Goldstein recently speculated to Entertainment Weekly he “dreams” of an entirely different outcome altogether. “The fact that some things aren’t resolved, so that I can dream what I want to dream…” he observed to the publication of how “Ted Lasso” ended. “Now, in my dream, there’s a lot of Roy and Keeley and there’s a lot of Roy and Keeley and Jamie.” “And a throuple is absolutely fine with me!” Goldstein added."

interesting 😳

[gallawitchxx]

🔮💨 crystal ball weed bong mickey 🔮💨

part 5 for @galladrabbles "koala hug" by @flamingbluepanda

master post (updates weekly!) | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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The fuck is Mickey supposed to do? Tell him that, desperate as he is to get blown to bits in some godforsaken desert, what just came through was nothing more than a couple of sore, old queens chasing each other in the snow? Even worse, try to explain that those frosted fairies are somehow them?

No fucking way.

Gallagher leans back in the rusted metal folding chair. He crosses his arms, his shirt riding up, revealing soft hair and sharp hips. 

Heat licks at Mickey’s neck, along with the desire to wrap his legs around him and hold on tight.

[cherrirui-official]

Cringetober day 9: Crossover Ship / Rarepair

I'm genuinely sorry to the 9 people who thought I wasn't gonna really get too into cookie run bc I told them that. I was wrong, I got the game again, this is my formal apology. Anyways I think they are so so silly and so so yeas, yaassss. !! Reminder that I won't be doing all days, only a select few !! Also original image under the cut vvvv

[maranello]

according to TG1, some people have nicknamed the 2023 Ferrari SV for San Valentino ❤

[sincerelyyoursg]

the spilled ink - Tell me a little bit about yourself, choose fandom and preference for gender and I'll give you a soulmate :)

911 for the fandom, I don’t really have a gender preference :)

I’m a book nerd, also a theater kid. Major country girl lol. I loooove music, especially Taylor Swift and 80s/90s country. I’m autistic and it affects me daily. I like to think I’m a very kind person. I love making people laugh and smile, it’s one of my favorite things. I’d love to be a singer one day. I have a vinyl collection full of lots of old music (40s/50s music) and listen to it all the time. I’m also a huge animal lover, and I have a special place in my heart for dogs. I love the ocean and could spend all day at the beach even though I don’t go too often. I’m super shy when you first meet me and don’t talk very much, but once I get to know you better, I’ll be talking nonstop about my hyperfixations and special interests.

I hope this is enough!!

thank you for joining, love!

your soulmate is...

Eddie Diaz!

Let's be real now; he's an old soul. People joked him because of that, but not you, never you. Soon you began spending more time together and he found himself falling in love with you. It was a mess, a chaos, panic for him. Until he realized that he actually loves you, and Chris seemed to like you as well. Never did he rush to someone's house that fast as he did to yours!

join the party!

[shxtodxroki]

Tiktok just gave me a BRILLIANT idea for some Iwaizumi angst but I just dunno if I can write him like that I may have to change it to a different character 😣

[heresathreebee]

A Southward Breeze

On the first of each month, each member of the GFS will write a Drabble of 1k words or less based on a selected prompt and using a character played by Joel Kinnaman.

May 2022's Prompt Is: "The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Fifteen years ago, Erik Heller had almost kissed you. It was a mindless thought– an impulsive urge that sprung upon him as he held your face gently in his hands. He could not recall what he had even been excited about– the only thing that lingered was the thought of the color of your eyes and how close your mouth was to his own. He remembered dashing it away and feeling tingly for the rest of that mission. And then he never saw you again. 

You and Erik used to cross paths often, almost as if you were bound to one another pulled together again and again by an invisible thread. He was not entirely oblivious to the warmth of your feelings towards him (perhaps to the depth, though). You hardly spoke a word and yet you managed to convey to this sovereign, efficient assassin that you would protect him, support him, mourn for him if it ever came to that. Yours affection for one another was a rarity in your line of work. 

And then… nothing. For fifteen years. 

It was not beyond Erik's ability to seek you out, to find you in some hidden place anywhere around the world (he was in fact quite confident in his tracking ability even when it came to you). He simply… did not. 

And it baffled even him, how he could simply dismiss the long-standing companionship that had grown between the two of you. But sometimes life takes you in vastly different directions and pulls apart the strongest of bonds. Did you think of him still? A part of him feels ashamed for having not thought of you in years. He had missed you though, sometimes more than he was willing to admit to himself.

There came a day one sunny afternoon in Paris when he stood out from the balcony of his temporary lodgings and surveyed the scenery. The bustling streets, the scent of gasoline and fresh cooked food wafting in the air. He spotted a flashing gold and looked to his left to find a figure a few apartments away, also basking in the picture perfect weather of today. He could not make out her face, but a sense of longing settle deep into his bones as the shape of the person reminded him of you. 

Before he even realizes it, Erik is trotting down the steps to his lodgings and barrelling through the streets. The crowd is so thick it's like pushing through an ocean wave, but he pressed on through the masses with French apologies on his lips and brusque focus. Finally he reaches the sidewalk of your– he doesn't know if it is really you– the stranger's apartments. He climbs the stairs taking them two by two in his haste and wondering if he had finally lost any sense he had previously. Was he simply going mad? 

He counted the doors inward and found the door that had to belong to the correct balcony. It is here that he pauses, drawing in breaths and winded from his short sprint. Not another thought passed through his head as he reached for the knocker and made it clang, the noise seemed almost explosive in the reumy quiet of the hallway. 

What would he say or do? It might not even be… and if it was actually you? What will he say or do? 

"Who is it?," came a voice that lilted like a song. He thought he would never hear that beautiful voice again. He was unable to speak his own name, so overwhelmed with the concept that perhaps you did not wish to see him. 

The door fairly flew open and there you stood– a wayside gun in your other hand and a look of pure shock on your face. "Erik?!" 

You must have checked the peephole when he didn't answer and recognized his face. It was you. A loose robe hung from your shoulder with a metallic gold pattern that gave the illusion of being inlaid with sapphires and emeralds. Your freed hair and your comfy slippers made you a picture of domesticity– a quality of life that neither of you had thought possible in your line of work. 

"Ich kann es nicht glauben…" Erik exclaimed in disbelief, "it really is you." 

Head empty of all thoughts, Erik stepped towards you. Instantly he is wrapped in your scent– kitchen herbs and spices cling to you over your favorite perfume and Erik's jacket falls to the floor swiftly. He slides his hands to cup your cheeks delicately, as if he is afraid you will disapparate before him. He enters your home towering over you and looking like a treasure hunter who found gold. 

"Mein Schatz," he gently shushed you as water filled your wide eyes. "I have missed you…so so much." 

With the weight of how he felt now, Erik suddenly balked at how he had ever gone a day without thought of you. Feeling the warmth of your skin in his hands thrust upon him a deep, guttural ache as if a hole he had always known in his heart was suddenly overflowing. He could see something similar fluttering in your own expression. One of your hands gripped his wrist so hard it hurt. 

Finally a tear escaped and tracked shimmering down your cheek. "Erik… you're here. You're alive."  

And I will never leave again, he thought, if you'll have me. 

"I thought I would never see you again," you confessed. 

Erik's drew his face closer to yours until your noses brushed together just as they had all those years ago. There were streaks of silver in your hair now and lines on your face that weren't there before. He wants to see your whole head turn white as you grow old together… 

"Are you going to kiss me, Erik?," you ask with an air of teasing hopefulness. 

"The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

He can feel the sigh you realize– it breezes over his chin and your chest shudders against his own. "I don't think I want you to ever stop." 

At this, he smiles. When his lips press against yours, the kiss is hard and long, filled with the weight of an everlasting love you never thought would come to light. And for the rest of your days, that is how every kiss from Erik felt– exactly like the first time in a long time. 

The End

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[miss-celestial-being]

ok i honestly love this back and forth between eddie and my oc 😭😭

"What are you doing?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Do you trust me?" "Not when you answer questions with questions." "Then you'll just have to learn." He smirked, pulling her to stand with him. "Walk with me?" "And why would I do that?" "Now who's answering questions with questions?"