#(me quietly: that bitch)

[basuralindo]

Romantic date where they come to my restaurant and complain about the food so much I poison them.

Jamil you don't get to say you're nothing alike when you pull shit like this together

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOH YEAH BABY! PARTY TIME BABY! MUSIC! DRINKS! SOCIAL PRESSURE & A PSYCHEDELIC BREAK DOWN! WELCOME TO VAMPIRE SOCIETY MOTHERFUCKER! ARE YOU SCARED? DO YOU UNDERSTAND YET? ITS OKAY IF NOT. FIRE DISSOLVED IT! ITS ALL GONE NOW. HAVE FUN!

[deecotan]

shockwave and soundwave being together in almost every frame on the trailers and that small tidbit of shockwave complaining to soundwave like an old married couple gives me hope that there'll be more interactions between them in this movie. hasbro give me more wavewave canon interactions and my life will be yours

[uncanny-tranny]

just seen a post by a pre-op pre-hormones pre-everything trans woman complaining about ~evil cis bitches~ crossing the road at night when they see her and i was so so so certain it was a troll/fakepost/terf shitposting/etc but it was legit and all her friends were agreeing with her, and i'm like??? this is why cis women hate us lmao, you can't get mad if you're pre-everything and it's night time and a woman assumes you're a creep in the dark. why are the worst voices always the loudest

Why did you think this was appropriate to have sent to me instead of just... blocking her and moving on? Out of all the reasons I can think of for people to be transphobic, the thought of a trans woman being upset about feeling like she's treated like a perpetrator of a crime she isn't committing or thinking about committing doesn't cross my mind. Maybe she didn't express that frustration in a way you approve of (probably because you weren't what she was thinking about, she was probably thinking about how she was feeling), but that's where blocking her comes into play. You aren't required to view that person's post or entertain their friends, nor are you required to come into a stranger's inbox to vent about it. You don't have to dedicate time to that.

Oddly enough, I don't trust that you aren't a troll trying to stoke fires, especially through anon.

[ohmnnnezz]

warmth and comfort

[fauvester]

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s): ✨🍀🍎🍩 svsss ocs?

OOOOH DAAAAA MOSHANG KIDDOS!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I like making fankids... my cringe fandom achilles heel... and it would be funny if they weren't like golden halo protags and were instead kind of cringe.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

OH THE MONEYSHOT!

My hot take is that moshang would earnestly do their best to parent but have a lot of baggage that would make it challenging to emotionally connect with children (in addition to 2-3 very time consuming logistical jobs taking up their time.) They're definitely the best parents in SVSSS but the bar is in the Abyss. They love them, but they're not always the best at showing it in a way that they understand.

Oldest son and crown prince Xuejiao (proud, spoiled, inclined to be lazy, prone to crippling migraines that render him indisposed and a bitch) gets along best with Qinghua. Both of them collect palace gossip and like to micromanage; Qinghua gets back into writing and Xuejiao enjoys proofreading while lounging on his father's bed like he owns the place (not the smutty stuff, though, at least he's not supposed to read that.)

He and Mobei Jun have a respectful but distant relationship. I think deep down XJ has some shame that he isn't as proactive about preparing for and fighting for the throne as MBJ, but as a teen he doesn't want to enough to do something about it so he just avoids those feelings by avoiding his father. They're both very aloof and really need a sticky extrovert to bring them out of their shells..

Tiehan by all accounts should get along best with Qinghua because he's the BAAaAaAaAbY and he's small and smiley and very very talkative. But that's all superficial, and underneath that thin layer of cultivated silliness he's as mercenary and brutal as any demon. Mobei Jun is happy to have a child that jumps at the chance to go on hunting trips and put down minor rebellions with him (XJ is NOT leaving his chaise lounge to go OUTSIDE, THANK YOU.) He tramps around in muddy shoes and brings beasts into the palace. Qinghua feels a little guilty that he really can't stand to be around his youngest for more than an hour at a time.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Other than Various influences in the Northern court that initially conspired to try to poison the crown prince as a baby (those influences are no longer present, or living, and have been rendered unto a soup like homogenate) the closest thing either has to a nemesis is probably the head disciple of Bai Zhan Peak that Xuejiao was inflicted on. She's a jock and a bit of a bully but in her defense her new shidi (who she was NOT consulted on the admission of into her cohort) is arrogant, spoiled and completely disregards her authority. And she can't beat his ass too badly because Liu Qingge himself specifically brought him in to train (at Shang Qinghua's prostrated begging request)

It's always the lot of the Bai Zhan seniors to have beef with half demons, it's how things are done.

[slutforwings]

breaking my silence on eyecandy coworker already. sorry. but i swear to god he has been getting flustered around me all week. like genuinely stumbling over his words, BLUSHING??? i ask him like. really normal work things and he goes :D at me. motherfucker out of the two of us, I have a crush on YOU okay. act normal!

[kidfur]

ok yea i need to put pro kink back in my pinned.. its a pain i even need to but anti kink people following me is annoying LOL

[huntershowl]

@vsagis — night watch.

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

HELLHOUND HAS BEEN stalking her target through hosu city since the evening began. his routine is the same every single weekend: leave work, spend several hours at the closest izakaya, and head home just before the sun threatens to light the horizon.

in the wake of everything hosu city has been through, there are more than enough abandoned buildings for persephone to set up a network of hideouts and sniper nests. heroes and villains alike destroy more property every day, after all. as long as that conflict exists, they'll never run out of ratholes to crawl into. this particular rathole — though she is normally careful not to stay in any one place for longer than a single night — has seen more of her presence than most, as it is in an optimal location to observe the man she has been hunting. through her scope, she can see through the window of his office. she can see the izakaya he spends every friday & saturday night at. she can see the train station he stumbles into after each night of heavy drinking.

but tonight, something is wrong. he hasn't left the office. it's nearly one A.M. — it should have closed hours ago, and his window is dark. empty. where the fuck did he go? did he pass out inside? the other exits are also visible from this window, where the fuck did he go? the fury clawing at persephone's ribcage has reached a boiling point; she cannot wait any longer. he has to die now.

a frustrated growl tears through her throat as she steps back from the scope. fine. if he won't come out, she'll simply have to go in. drag him out into the street if she has to. string up his limbs in front of the office for good measure, if there'a anything left of them.

before they can activate the grappling hook attachment in their right arm, that sense of something off heightens, sharpens to a needle's point. faster than a blink, there's already a pistol in her hand as she whips around and points the weapon into the pitch-black room behind her. the PRESENCE comes from what used to be a kitchen, barebones and half-stripped. eyes. the faintest crawling sensation down her spine. someone's there. who — is it — no, she doesn't smell the ozone-rich air before a storm, so it isn't who she instantly fears it is.

someone else, then. someone skilled enough to spot the gleam of a sniper's scope — who was looking. fuck. her senses are always dulled at the peak of suppressing the urge to rend flesh; they must have snuck in while she was focused on scanning the building.

❝ come out. ❞ the words are a snarl, punctuated by the click of a cocked hammer. ❝ i know you're there. ❞

[needlefail]

Me looking for the missing final episodes of craig of the creek

[stinkywrinkles]

I was trying to take some nice shots of my plants to document their growth this past year, but Roxy somehow managed to conclude this activity should be About Her instead

[spiderwarden]

it's really saying something that with my headcanons and canonical evidence pulled from the game, Minthara's mother is better than mine.

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

how if feels to be an azula stan that knows ursa did nothing wrong

many things have nuance but not this thing

[carcarrot]

ok thats it i literally need a new job now .

[emdotcom]

My infatuation & subsequent obsession with media is often tied to the ways in which I am incapable of talking about them. Whether it's because of the abhorrent contents therein which demand too much; the incomprehensible nature of my feelings on the matter; the shoddy & underbaked construction; no matter what, there is always something within all my beloved interests make them hard (or even impossible) to talk about. Instead, I talk within myself in an endless echo of speculation & alteration, as a means to replicate the sounds of a room that is not so empty. I, on my own, (no matter how many of me I am in the moment,) will never be able to fully encapsulate the sounds of a room brimming with people, though, so I double down & try to chatter more, to make up my impossible deficit.

[catcatb0y]

"This post makes a great blocklist" has done awful things to my psyche. Why do I keep wasting what builds up to hours of my time reading all of this dumb shit just to block people?? It's block and move on, not black and move and block and move and block and move and-