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[elthedevil]

U know how lit it would be if u could actually smoke cigarettes in fallout. Idgaf u can literally do hard drugs why did we stop there. Sure u could sell them for scraps or use them for materials okay cooool🙄

Let me smoke it. And get like. +1 charisma -1 perception. Cause u know. After a nice cold cigarette ur brain is all like auuugghhh.

Also why are there no like… caffine products presumably outside of nuka cola. If u could drink a 200 year old vault tec administered coffee of the sorts. Oh baby. +1 inteligence +1 perception. Maybe minus one strength to combat the shakes that a 200 yr old coffee can give u

I do know in fnv there is like sparsely some kind of tobacco leaf you can consume and the stats it gives are pretty fire. Yea more of that please

[girliism]

dilf art how i crave you.

[mikalilys]

Please stop publicly hating on fanfics. PLEASE!! Especially in a comment section of a video that’s about the fic or the fandom, because whether you’re aware of it or not, the author could have a social media account on that platform and see the hate. The hate on something they did for fun, for free. If you want more content then you have to stop hating. these authors aren’t celebrities they don’t have pr teams or people dealing with hate for them, they’re participants in fandom, and they’re real people.

Fanfics are not books, yes some are amazing enough to be, but you do not buy them, they’re provided to you for free. A fanfiction being popular is not like a book you bought sitting on your shelf, you should not feel obligated to read it because you spent money on it. Because you didn’t. it’s free. Fanfics no matter how popular should not be treated and reviewed like books, you do not get to publicly criticise or say “how are people buying this?!” Because they’re not. It’s free. It doesn’t matter if you think it’s overrated, it’s something someone did for fun, and you don’t get to criticise that, especially because it’s public for you to read!! Don’t be mad that something’s overrated, be glad that it was even up in the first place, someone could have easily just left it as a draft and never posted it, but they did. They decided to share this piece of themselves, to the fandom for anyone to read and that is a gift.

Ao3 is an uncensored website for fanfics, you can write about literally anything. And yet I see “no don’t read that fic it’s problematic!!” In a comment section. Fanfiction is not censored, if you want morals and every character being perfect and making the ‘right’ choices, then get off ao3. Also reminder that an author can write characters making decisions that they don’t agree with, for depth of the story. Just because your favourite character, that you see as the pinnacle of righteousness, makes a bad decision or says something mean does not make the story bad or problematic. It also doesn’t make the author agree with that decision. All the time authors of published books write about morally grey characters or villains. But when an ao3 author does it all of a sudden they must have committed the war crimes that they wrote their villain to commit. Do you realise how stupid that sounds?? 😭

Also don’t post vague negative videos about something/someone even if you don’t say who or what it’s about, it leads the comment section to gossip about who they hate and that’s just not cool. And tagging the fandom that they’re in??? 90% of the time they’re going to see that.

Public hate is not cool, if you don’t like someone, talk to you friends about it if you’re craving other peoples validation so badly. You don’t need to post something publicly. And I know hate gets more popular then love in fandom, no matter if it’s headcanons or fics or creators, but that doesn’t make it good. I don’t know why people are so negative all the time, like I don’t care what headcanons you hate, why do you even spend that much time thinking about something you hate?? I want to hear what headcanons you like, I want to know you fav characters, your kins, literally anything.

Sorry this is so long, it just pisses me off to see a fun video about fandom and then I open the comments and it’s filled with hate. This is a fandom, have fun with it!!! Please. 😭

[muletia]

something malicious is brewing again and this time it's a mid, soft-core, badly written, extremely self-indulgent, silly, valveplug, VERY ooc obsessed!starscream x human!reader fic with plot because this pathetic little scrimblo scrunkly mipy insect [affectionate] drilled himself into my brain. i want him to suffer [affectionate] and then experience the best interface of his life. i am going fucking insane thinking about this miserable prick i want him to be happy so bad but while being disgustingly and unhealthully obsessive to the point where his mind fucking breaks and he starts being pathetic not for himself but for someone [affectionate]

so yea i really like yandere starscream tfp <3

have a lil snippet:

[...]

He carelessly tosses the empty energon container aside and locks his optics on you, still scanning his wounds.

“I’ll get a towel,” you announce, turning toward the house.

Ha, you want to leave him? Now, when he needed you most? No, you had no right. You couldn’t hurt him like that.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Before you even touch the doorknob, you feel long, slender claws on your forearm. They wrap around you and pull you back, accompanied by your muffled “eep,” until you land against his chassis, your shirt now smeared with energon.

“Really? Do you know how hard it is to get energon stains out?”

“You’ll manage,” he replies. His servo plays with your hair, and his wings tremble slightly, betraying the emotions he’s trying to suppress. “I’ve never noticed blue stains on that pathetic, soft armor of yours.”

“Clothes,” you correct.

“Unimportant.”

Holding you in his arms, he can pretend everything is fine. The open wounds don’t sting as fiercely as they did moments ago, his battered body can rest, and his processor feels calm. Everything feels right when you’re close, when he’s surrounded by the unimaginably pleasant softness, and your tiny hands stroke his chassis carefully, avoiding every wound and scratch. It’s comforting, and reassuring to have someone who brings solace only to him. To belong to someone just as he belongs to you. Almost cozy.

But soon, the cuddling stops being enough. It’s unsatisfying, incomplete. Always craving indulgence, he wants more, and he wants it now.

He leans in, beginning to greedily kiss your neck, while his servo slips under your shirt, sending a clear message that his desire is all-consuming.

“Starscream,” you chide, “there’s a puddle of energon under you.”

“Good thing I don’t care,” he says between kisses, with zero intention of stopping.

“And will you start caring when I say I won’t let you into bed in this state?”

“Stop ruining the mood,” he squawks. “I don’t need your berth to interface!”

“But I do,” you reply calmly, unfazed by his accusatory tone. To emphasize your point, you cross your arms over your chest, putting a barrier between you and him. Starscream loathes the gesture, hates the small yet significant distance it creates. He wants to erase it, destroy it because whether you realize it or not, you hurt him with your cruelty. You set a boundary he never wanted to see between you again.

“Star, you know I want what’s best for you, right?”

“And that’s why you want to leave me, huh? Fine, go ahead, leave and never come back if you don’t want to pay attention to me!” He lets go of you, and this time it's him crossing his arms over his chassis, but defensively, for comfort. Because suddenly, without you near, he feels an overwhelming, terrifying coldness. “You have the incredible opportunity to interface with me, and you’re turning me down because of a little energon stain? Foolish human, if only you understood what honor I bestow on you by allowing you to even touch me.”

“I’ll be gone for literally a minute,” you smile, cupping his battered faceplate in your hand. Starscream tries not to fall for the trap, to prove the seriousness of his words with his body, but after one nanoklik, he knows he’s lost. He leans into your hand, now stained with energon, savoring the scraps of attention you give him. His wings flutter happily, and his jet engines hum softly, imitating a purr, revealing his true feelings—the nonverbal ones, straight from his spark. “You’re a good mech. You’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

He stomps his pede and taps his claws against his arm, wrestling with his thoughts. One compliment, and he’s already ready to do anything you ask, desperate to earn another, as if possessed.

“You have exactly one klik. And you’d better hurry, because I’ll be counting.”

You disappear into the house, and he has to fight the urge to follow you, to accompany you everywhere in pursuit of the phenomenon of your touch and its incredible ability to drown him in pleasure. What a cruel joke, he thinks, as a few nanokliks pass and the pain returns. His wings droop, body begins to tremble, betraying the weakness and excruciating torment he carries inside. He doesn’t want to be left alone without stimulants, because he starts to think, to be afraid. He hugs himself tighter, feeling as if the cold has intensified, mocking him just like it did back on the Nemesis.

[ziggy-dunbar188917]

someone should draw/write superbat with the "last to know they're dating" trope. I'm just saying

[dhaampyr]

rats? fire? endless darkness? nah man isekai me back i'd rather deal with modern existence than giant rats

You've been isekai'd into a fictional setting. Spin this wheel to find out which one.

[betterluucii]

Unfortunately I can't live without them

[psuedosugu]

i hc that suguru is really big on clothes and fashion in general. you guys will go thrifting and shopping together all the time with the allowance that jujutsu high gives yall. when you guys go to the mall he’ll hold your bags for you and insists on paying for anything you buy, even though you’re perfectly capable of paying yourself, cue you two arguing about whos gonna pay while theres a line of like 12 people behind you, the cashier is just staring like 😐,, sometimes when u guys go thrifting yall will try on the ugliest clothes imaginable to try and make the most ridiculous outfit possible, you have way too many images in your camera roll of him dressed like a human highlighter 😭

[nostalgicfun]

my problem is that I want to play Neopets and Sims and Little Big Planet and Zoo Tycoon and Kirby Air Ride and Skyrim and Mario Kart and Minecraft and Harvest Moon and Fallout and Smash Brothers and then I. don't do that.

[draculasaudios]

thank you i’ve been asked to do more rambles and i might.

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

[girliism]

i speak only the truth.

[lucent-roase]

oh my fucking gosh someone came over and was playing with my hamsters and one of them bit her and she ACCIDENTALLY THREW HIM ACROSS THE CAGE he’s okay but GEEZ

i thought i was going to have a crazy hamster death story

[epicmilly]

my best friend wrote a Johnny Tremain/Rab fanfic her lack of skill when it comes to writing makes it even funnier 💀

Sometimes I wonder how much fanfic of classical/iconic literature exists because of school projects. Just floating out there. In a drive somewhere. Not to mention that nothing is more unhinged than bored middle/highschoolers being forced to liven up books they might not care about. For every deranged ao3 crossover fic there is an infinitely more deranged crackfic written for the great gatsby or antigone or to kill a mockingbird or whatever by a bored highschooler and his friends for 10th grade English. I wanna read it

[philsdrivinglicence]

Mr and Mr Games. When?

[th3-kuk1muki]

🧣: " color, do you have a crush on killer ?? "

🌈: " what ?? No! Why would you even think that Dust ? "

🧣: " dude, you've been staring at killer for the past hour like he's a double cheeseburger "

🌈: 😐

🧣: 🤨

🌈: ☹️

🧣: 😐

🌈: 😔