#[slaps desk]

[perpetuallyexhaustednoodle]

As a Transformers newbie introduced to it by a friend through TF One:

Me: *points at heavily pixelized random bot from TF One* Who's this one??

Her: That's Ironhide.

Me, confused: *points at another blurry picture* And this one?

Her: That's Prowl!

Me, incredulously: HOW CAN YOU TELL????? HUH???

Her, matter of factly: By his head.

Me:

Me:

Me: HIS HEAD????? WHAT?

[shotmrmiller]

Okay but, this is fun! (When I was a server? I wore short skirts, stockings and heeled boots. They let me wear them, I had no joy in my life. So? I dressed up my uniform to make myself happy at the sacrifice of my feet at the end of shift.) I don’t miss it but, I had fun as a server.

Running up to the bar and whispering to Johnny to ‘look at table 4’ because the lady sitting there is recovering from a bbl and has bandages *holding* her butt up. (True story)

Any bit of gossip, you beeline back and Simon’s already waiting like ‘wots happenin’ now?’

Making faces at Johnny as you take someone’s order to show you’re displeased.

Whining to Simon ‘it’s that guy who sends everything back to get it comped again!’ When he hears someone sent the wings back… *again*

Snickering openly as Johnny is stuck with 2 horny old ladies at the bar and making faces at him when the customers aren’t looking to mock him.

Standing with Johnny at the bar and quietly conversing. “Nae way, that’s her father’ ‘I’m telling you! Crusty dusty with his side dish!’

Quickly squeaking behind Simon when shit looks like it’s going to get real in a few seconds. ‘Oh, that local crack head is back- Simon! Great to see you!’ *quickly scoots behind him* and just like- ‘hi!’ And peaking around him like he’s a s.w.a.t shield

Having to shoo Johnny away from the food Simon made you- ‘yea left it unattended!’ ‘This is the only food I’ve had in the past 6 hours! Simon! He’s eating my food!’ ‘She lies!’

Going to Simon with puppy dog eyes when you can’t open a jar-

Johnny plonking his butt down in the booth you’re rolling silverware in and not leaving even when you try and shoo him away to tend to the bar- the boss is glaring at me! He’s getting mad at me! Move your butt before I get in trouble because of you!’

Price being the manager that lets you get away with murder. If it makes you happy? He’ll turn a blind eye as long as you do your job. That goes for the other two knuckle heads… with you around? Johnny’s not fucking the customer base as often, leaving less upset girls coming in and making scenes when he inevitably doesn’t call them back. And Simon is fighting less, taking less smoke breaks (saving them for later) and making more orders properly (so you don’t get flack for it) so, he’ll turn a blind eye to what they’re doing to you… not that he isn’t doing it himself.

Trauma bonding from the shit job makes you real close that it kind of- makes you ignore when they get too handsy? ‘They’re still the guys, it’s fine’

(Bistro Huddy is so accurate it’s painful…)

(Dubious *not really* consent: Being trapped in the out of the way supply closet in the far back where no one goes. Your shift ended an hour ago but, you’re stuck; bent over an old chair stored there. Price zips up his pants- before you can stand back up again Simon’s stepping in where Price is stepping out and pushing you to bend back over the chair again. -Johnny running in for a quickie whenever he can- By the time the guys close up? You’re sore, gaping, leaking, overstimulated, and sniffling. And they’re all drawing straws who get’s to take you home and ‘take care of you’ so you’ll show up to your shift tomorrow.…I can’t do nsfw to save my life… I’m sorry, lol)

(Thought of this at the end but, Server Gaz?)

I WANT YOU TO KNOW

YOU WRETCH (affectionate, oh so affectionate i could kiss you)

THAT THE LAST BIT

OHHH MAN IM SCRREAMINGGGGUH

chile. having to give your receipts and the 3% you owe to price always ends up with his spend soaking your knickers :/ he prob knows your body better than you do, clever fingers making you peak before he does because yall (he) doesn't have the luxury of time on yalls (his) side. (not the other servers banging on the door because theyre just trying to go home)

imagine running to kyle because he seems to be the only sane one. you tried to eat lunch with him that one time in the back but it ended up with you cockwarming him as you attempted to pathetically eat your burger. (he hadn't even touched you and you'd come twice. poor you, so pent up from the week's frustrations. wait til simon hears about this.)

johnny doesn't hear about it but feels it once he finds you in the corner booth no one uses except the waiters who close, tiredly doing the silverware. his hands make quick work of your apron and the button on your jeans, pads of his fingers lightly catching your clit and dipping into your entrance but surprise surprise. wet. slick.

he mutters in your ear if it was price or simon that's left a mess behind but kyle's sitting a couple tables down from you counting his tips. that'd be me, sorry.

he's not sorry.

simon would be the type to scoop up his seed with his thick fingers and stuff it back into your used cunt talkin bout take that with you like it's a box to go lmao

[flowing-between-space]

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[noa-nightingale]

Proud Puppet Papa giving a tour of his wonderful little puppet theater

Watcher Weekly 21, Puppet History Theater Tour!

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Excuse me, I've never seen a bird fly. Can any of you please show me what a bird flying looks like?

I wasn't planning on watching Rust, but seeing Quackity BS his way into people's good graces and get treated like a king despite being butt-ass naked for over an hour sure is something else.

[fuocogo]

LISTEN. JUST HEAR ME OUT. JUST GIVE ME A SECOND- HERES HOW JAWILCO CAN STILL WIN-

[thesunoficarus1]

ravi is so much braver than me because if I was relatively new to a station and a firefighter who I barely knew walked through the station yelling "HEY PROBIE!" loud as hell while also seemingly threatening me with a chainsaw I would've thought I somehow got teamed up with a complete and utter maniac and my ass would've been up and out of that station in 0.5 seconds.

[dogtooth-sunday]

Commentors on my fanfics: wow, the way you write mental breakdowns and anxiety and depression and dissociation are so realistic!

Me: haha yeah, how about that

[marmie-noir]

Something about this man just screams he is a thigh and ass man. He loves all of you, of course, but his big hands digging in where you are soft and sweet for him. If you wear leggings? Ugh.

And shorts that are a little tight in the cuff, that has your thighs dipping?? And don't even get me started if when you sit down your thighs squish even more. I know so many women (myself included) who get self conscious that my lap gets bigger when I sit because I have bigger thighs (ty lifting and being a slightly squishy woman) but it drives some men FERAL.

He wants to rest his head there, wants to watch your skin dip under the pressure of his fingers, pull you closer and hold you up so he could touch and taste as long as he wanted. You don't have to think, don't have to do any work, just be a good girl and say yes, maybe run a hand through his hair and wrap your legs around him he is BEGGING.

He would be so distracted, wanting to grab at you, paw at your thighs and leave marks there, squeeze and push your legs up or part your pretty thighs for him. Do *not* bend over in front of him.

“That is right, darlin’, wrap those pretty thighs around me. Just like that, so soft for me. Such a pretty girl, wanna feel them against my cheeks.”

Moans when your thighs press to his cheeks when he is going down on you, the prickle of his facial hair, the sharp pain of a nip soothed with his warm tongue. All while he mumbles praises, the vibration of his voice another type of stimulation, hardly able to hear his words over your own sounds.

I am incapable of being normal about him.

[crazylittlejester]

buy the cringey ass stickers of your hyperfixation if that’s what you want to do and slap that shit on your laptop or water bottle with pride, life is too short to be ‘normal’ and force yourself to be boring just to fit in

[themintyone]

[̴P̸A̵R̴A̷M̶E̴R̵I̸O̵N̸]̵

[gordonsicedcoffee]

And you, huh? What about you? What sort of shady shit have you been up to, hmm?

I'm a Senior V.P. for a real estate development company.

JULIE BENZ as BRIT STEVENSON SAW V (2008) dir. David Hackl

[aashiyancha]

After many many moons, I have finished rf5's act 2 plot summary ( totally canon ;])

If you haven't had the chance yet (or just down to read it again) here's the link to the act 1 summary

[kaeyachi]

One of my favorite tropes/HCs is that Kaeya and Diluc have more than a year of age gap (around 2-3 years)

Kaeya would have always been smaller than Diluc their entire youth, maybe even up until Diluc's 18th birthday, because Kaeya would just have started his sudden growth spurt at that time.

Diluc must have started knights training young considering he became a captain by 14, so of course Kaeya would soon prefer to start training early as well just to be with Diluc more.

This would, of course, turn everything that occurs later even more tragic.

Kaeya, still in his mid-teens, would lose another father.

Diluc, in rage and disbelief, attacking Kaeya and immediately regretting it once he saw how young the other looked against his raging flames.

Diluc making the hard decision of leaving to learn more about their father's death (because no one else would, and who else better to do it than himself). Kaeya telling him when and how to go.

Diluc selling the manor, their childhood home, and Kaeya having no say in it simply because he is not of age.

Kaeya also having no say in business proceedings other than letting his opinions known

Diluc returning home only to see Kaeya who had become an alcoholic in his time of absence (and him wondering how this happened)

(note: With this age gap, at the start of the game, Kaeya would have just been 19/20 for Diluc's 22/23. Kaeya would be 15/16 when Diluc left.)

[phoenixcatch7]

The thing with stories of any type is that everything is a translation. Sometimes literally, from the author's own head, from another language, from book to TV.

Then there's things like visual metaphors, props and fake backgrounds, set pieces, onomatopoeia, paragraphs of description that everyone will visualise slightly differently, animated contortions, unrealistic but helpful sound effects, camera angles to emphasise mood.

In fantasy or scifi settings you can't even assume they're speaking the language you do. That their culture is exactly what's shown and nothing more.

So much of what makes up good world building is shorthand, is making it work to the audience, is using something in the right context rather than digging up every detail that would make or break the illusion.

A character in a magical world, or even simply a non English speaking country, would not use the same curse words. Leather could be presumed to be cow but could just as easily be any number of bizarre creatures. Booking a hotel could require a very different system to one we're used to. Champagne, the word, wouldn't exist without France but it carries the meaning of expensive alcohol for celebrations and parties, the readers would understand what it means.

Tolkien did it with LOTR and it was a masterpiece. The prevalent themes of dark and light being mere shorthand for expansive good and evil, used to convey the messages it needed rather than entirely new words the readers wouldn't intuit? The characters not even going by their actual names? A whole entire conlang that never even gets mentioned in the actual story??? That's a man who has a grasp on how tightly interconnected the world, history and culture all reflect each other. I mean of course he did, it was his job, but what he did was nothing short of fantastical.

All this to say, I believe this is the root of all world building. Cohesive, well balanced, feasible, detailed-but-not-too-much, no words that'd break a reader's/viewer's immersion, expansive enough, realistic, resonant, coherent, believable. All of it, whether fantastical or realistic, stems from one thing.

Is this a good translation of what you had in your head?

[timothvy]

his heart cant handle it :'(