#And a bit of a dork

[loveapologist]

- Crowley doesn't know how to sit example n° 301

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[notsodailycake]

Ok, this was originally done as an apology for my angsty drabble about Shockwave controlling Prowl then straight up killing Jazz at the end lmao.

Now, with the added fic made from it, I feel like we fans will be needing some fluff, so i bestow yall with this little drabble.

This was based off of a little something that me and my sister have talked about few times. Laughter, and how much that can spiral out of control heh.

Hope this makes yall laugh as much as it made us while writing this (seriously, we ended up going on our own spiral of laughter while trying to get the ideas out to write).

To give the very deserved credits to my sister @saltynsassy31 who wrote down some of the parts of this fic herself, so give your praises to her as well for it!

Mecha pilot au belongs to @keferon

Now onto the fic:

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"Human laughter scares me"

It had been a normal and quiet afternoon, how did it escalate to this?! That's all Prowl could think of when trying to rationalise this situation, currently holding a wheezing human on his palm.

...

Jazz was out of his suit, needing a break, by Prowl's insistance, to eat something. Despite not being an organic himself, he seems the one most concerned about the condition of his partner. Humans were so fragile, yet somehow very much not, it baffled the mech.

So many things worked against the survival of a human, their own bodies sometimes, the more he learned about it, yet somehow they prevailed.

But he was not about to take any chances, so, in turn, he made sure Jazz would be taken care properly, if not by himself, then by Prowl.

Jazz was sitting down on Prowl's desk, just telling a story from his home planet while the mech listened, the little human insisting that if he needed a break, so did Prowl, and his leader was not opposed to the idea.

As he went on about a random story of his childhood, the human seemed to remember something branching from that train of thought and when he tried to get to the point of the story, something odd happaned.

He snorted a little. That, Prowl has seen the human do a few times, even heard him do this strange noise when he was just seen as the mecha suit itself. He learned quickly that was simply how humans sometimes held their laughter, to try and compose themselves.

But that only seemed to be the start of it. As little by little, Jazz struggled to utter out a single word as he snorted and wheezed slightly the at words.

"Did you- heheh- Did you- Hahaha-"

And as Jazz attempted to say whatever it was he wanted to say, it was as if his body refused and rejected the word, air being sucked in hard with a wheeze before being pushed out even harder that it made a gutteral noise rip out of the human's throat. And if Prowl thought that was all he needed to push out the words he wanted, he was sorely mistaken, as this was only the start.

Jazz suddenly got up from his previous sitted position, wheezing a little as he lifted a trembling hand up to point at the mech, seeming to think that could help with his inability to speak out his thoughts. Instead that just caused him to let out a audial piercing screech. He moved his hands around more, trying to somehow convey whatever it was that caused this reaction, but the way they frantically moved did little to help and actually made whatever was happening to Jazz worse, if that was even possible.

And it was, because suddenly Jazz was clutching at his stomach and throwing himself backward as his voice became a cacophony of scratchy noises and incoherent mumbling, and what alarmed Prowl the most was how Jazz seemed to start getting dizzy and stumbling around, throwing one hand to try and catch anything as he stumbled forward but only swatted at air. Which, Prowl may add, seemed to be something that the human was struggling to take in.

And, if his memory serves him right, he needed that.

Quickly Prowl moved his servo over to Jazz, looming over him to catch him if he were to fall, or even just to serve as support. Jazz seemed to have taken on the offer, leaning a hand over the palm while his other hand clutched at his stomach.

That didn't last long though, as quickly as he made move to look at Prowl's servo, something clicked in his head, and quickly he stumbled back, letting out more uncomfortable and uncontrolled wheezed laughter.

Prowl got intensely more worried at his partner's condition, now deciding to call him out on it. "Jazz, what's wrong? Is everything alright??"

That seemed to have been the wrong move, as although the other had momentarily stopped to look at the mech with tear filled eyes and a strained smile, it quickly devolved to even more incomprehensible laughter and struggle to convey any words. Jazz tried his very best to form any words that would explain the situation, but it only came out as puffed wheezes following a rhythm that Prowl could only guess were the vowls of what he wanted to say, but he could distinguish none of them as he was not all that familiar with the language.

The human quickly fell to his knees, his hands clutched into fits as his knuckles turned white from the pressure and he slammed them on the desk's surface, as yet another strange attempt to bring air into his lungs.

Before Prowl could try and resson any sort of an appropriate action to this, Jazz let out a scream. Much less screechy than before, and much more like a war cry. Prowl wouldn't be surprised if somebot came in questioning what all the commotion was for.

"Jazz!!" Prowl called out exasperated and yet again, that was another wrong move, causing the human to start rolling on the surface of the table as maniacal laughter dripped from his intake, hands flailing around and slamming hard against the table as if that would somehow force his body to breath properly.

Jazz began to stutter, and sometimes his mouth would stay open yet not a single noise would cone out of it, neither did he seem to be taking in or exhaling any air, like he was frozen in the moment before an audial peircing noise ripped from the human's throat after a big gasp of air.

He had flipped over to his side before trying to lift himself up, body trembling with strain, before he suddenly dropped his head and slammed his forehead against the table and reached to place his hands over right behind his audials ears and shakily exclaim "it hurts!" While still smiling. It sent Prowl mixed signals.

The mech sat there in abstant horror as he processed what was being desplayed infront of him. In delayed reaction, Prowl could only mutter one word.

"What?"

And for the third time that was, once again, the wrong  reaction as Jazz let out a howling screech at that with more breathless laughter.

Prowl was left clueless as to what he should try and do to help his partner, simply reaching out and gently picking up the tiny, breathless  human to see if he could do something to ease the possible pain.

He moved his cupped servo close to his face to try and analyse Jazz's condition. Maybe he should take him to one of the medics who had been helping them so far with organic knowledge, but as far as he knew, this wasn't supposed to be harmful, it was simple human laughter! To express joy or humour to something, and clearly there was a lot of it to cause Jazz to get like this. But he was clearly struggling to breath with this, so it has to be something serious.

Could humans die from something as simple and supposedly joyful as laughter?

Before Prowl could open his intake, Jazz had seemed to have sensed his partner's internal struggle and need to understand it, and quickly placed a tiny hand on his dermas. Although it might have been quite aggressive, and hurt the regular human with its strength, it felt nothing but a pinch to Prowl.

"Don't-" he wheezed out, barely audible to Prowl, the second word lost to another wheezed breath, mouth only mimicking the movement it was supposed to take. Though, this time, the mech understood quite well what he ment.

So he did as instructed, and didn't utter a single word, hoping his optics did the job to deliver his thoughts.

That was the fouth time, and counting, the mech did something wrong, because it seems like his worried glance were funny to the little human. That his concerns for his health were humorous to him. And honestly, Prowl wasn't sure if he should take offence to that or not.

At this point, Prowl could do nothing else other than to sit there, dumbfounded, which was not a situation he felt pleased being in (and didn’t find himself often in, until this human came crashing into his life), as his partner laughed off uncontrollably, slamming his hands over his own knees, or sometimes at the palm of the servo holding him, while clutching his stomach in what seemed to be strained pain.

Prowl made move to get up now, thoroughly done with this and ready to deliver the troubled human to a medic. He was losing too much air at this point and it could very much fatal.

But just as he did, before he could even fully stand from his seat, the mech caught a glance over to Jazz who, despite his struggles with breathing at the moment, waved over an arm in signal for Prowl to stop moving. Prowl raised a questioning brow, which was the fifth wrong move (he might as well just assume everything he does that expresses concern will be a wrong move at this point), as Jazz quickly fell into more laugher, but the exhaustion was clear to any bot as he gasped far more aggressively for air in attempt to stop his uncontrolled laugh.

"Sit." He breathed out, gagging a little at the word before attempting to speak once more. "Don't- haha- move." After more strained giggles, he uttered one more word he deemed necessary; "please."

So Prowl sat down, and watched as Jazz let out whatever was left in his system. To his relief, it seemed like that had been the first correct move Prowl has done over the past joor, as Jazz was finally starting to calm down, fallen flat on his back by now, as he let out exhausted breaths.

It was quiet for a moment, Prowl wasn't sure how long, but slowly Jazz started to move himself from his fallen position to sit back up, using trembling hands to hold himself from the back. It took a little more of breathing before the human decided to speak again, hesitantly, as if to test for himself if it was safe to speak.

"S-sorry about....that"

Prowl was unsure if he should speak up himself, but deemed appropriate enough by now. "Care to....explain, all of that?"

Jazz let out another snort at that, which caused the mech to panic that he might have caused the human to spiral down once more. But he just shook his head while bitting down on his bottom lip, as if to hold his smile from growing.

"I just....lost control."

"Lost control?" Prowl raised a questioning brow, Jazz just kept looking away as if he knew just looking at the mech would cause trouble once more.

"Y-yeah."

Prowl had so many questions about how that was even possible, one such question being whether there could be a system override for such an occasion, but his processor quickly screamed back in reminder that that was not possible.

They sat in silence once more as Jazz caught up with all the air he missed out during his fit, and Prowl contemplated on what or if  he should ask something. Finally, after maybe a klik or so, Prowl finally inquired on something.

"Jazz, you looked like you were about to die-"

"Sure felt like it" the human chuckled, Prowl did not find humour on that.

"I'm serious Jazz, could such a simple thing as laughter really kill you?" The most demanding question on his processors, slipping out without a second to stop it. That seemed to have caught his partner off guard, and, thank Primus, such concern was not left for the human's humour as he looked genuinely guilty and possibly conflicted over the question.

"Weeellll..." As he made move to rotate one of his hands, as if to try and roll out a proper answer, the answer itself seemed to click for Prowl.

"Oh my Primus it can." The mech looked utterly horrified at the revelation. "You could have died Jazz-"

"NO! Wait Prowl, stop!" Jazz panicked, quickly trying to console his giant partner. "I would have been fine! It would take alot more to kill me!" That did not seem to comfort the mech.

"How much?!"

"Uhm, ok, 'm honestly not sure." Prowl raised his brows, looking very much not pleased with that answer, but Jazz continued before Prowl could, "but I know that worse case scenario I would've just passed out, but would be able to breath normally again. You'd just have to wait till I woke up again!"

The mech seemed to contemplate whether that was a satisfactory answer or not. He seemed to have landed in the middle.

"You seemed to be in genuine pain though, so pardon my concerns about it."

"'S cuz I was."

"Then why didn't you stop?"

"I just couldn't, 'nd I don't have the answer as to why honestly, so sorry to disappoint. Sometimes we humans just start laughing and it gets out of control, to the point where everything's funny, even a pencil drop could cause the spiral to worsen."

"Or a concerned partner's face?" Prowl mused

Jazz chuckled, "yeah."

After a few seconds, Prowl decided to muse a bit on something. "So, what was it that you wanted to try and tell me earlier?" He smirked down at his partner.

The human just shook his head, chuckling slightly, but not falling down exasperated laughter. "I'm not even gonna try that again."

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Final notes. I added a little moment of Jazz pressing the back area of the ears, idk what they're called, while exclaiming he's hurt, and it's from my own personal experience of laughing so much that area would start to hurt from smiling so much, and I'd have to scream out "it hurts!" To try and stop it.

Not sure if anyone else experienced that, so yeah. Either way, thought it be funny to have this happen with Jazz, as I dont think cybertronians can necessarily go through the same issue of laughing so much in insanity because of lack of air. And also, yeah, it can be deadly, but it would take alot for that...as far as I know-

[time-woods]

I love your cosmic owl design like when I see him I goes "yeah the owl, that's him". Can you share some thoughts on his designing process I'd love to learn a bit

Also he gives off Garfield vibe(affectionate) for some reason

ooo!

i did this really quickly but i hope this makes some sense- i had a ton of fun designing him and im really glad a lot of people like him ! ! i rlly wanted him to read as cosmic owl as much as i could.

i also put in some lil character traits for this version of him that i think fit

[doctor-the-13th]

Yaz was thinking, "I'm in love with a dork."

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Obligatory disclaimer that obviously Dally harassing Cherry is very serious and shouldn’t be excused or romanticised or downplayed.

That being said, it’s kind of hilarious how much of a dork he is about it, in every adaptation.

Book!Dallas: harasses Cherry….then buys her a coke. Then asks her out the next time he sees her.

Movie!Dallas: harasses Cherry…..then falls off his chair, causing her to laugh in his face. Then buys her a coke and asks her out the next time he sees her.

Musical!Dallas: harasses Cherry…..by info dumping about cicadas. Then buys her a coke.

[justarandomart]

I love this scene because Sonic is clearly trying to mess with Shadow by reenacting their past interactions but then Shadow immediately picks up on that and then chooses to play along with him, he doesn't have to do that, but he does anyway because he definitely secretly enjoys it.

I also like that this implies that both Sonic and Shadow apparently remember all their past conversations by heart, they are so silly

[inkprovised]

They keep provoking each other, but Revali is always the one being scolded. 🤣

Found this almost finished on my laptop... I had NO memories....😀

[ultravioletbrit]

“bag” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 506 words

James is at the front of the queue and the person before him has just finished paying for their items.

“Have a nice day.” Says the most beautiful voice James has ever heard.

The other person leaves and James freezes because that beautiful voice belongs to the most beautiful man. He’s gorgeous. He has stunning pale, blue eyes that almost look silver and they’re staring directly at James and James feels like—

“Sir?” There’s that voice again. “Sir?... Sir?” … Oh, the voice is talking to him.

“Oh!... Sorry… I erm…” James steps forward. “Here’s my… yes… my erm…” James puts his items on the counter, but he stumbles and drops the toothpaste. “Shit… sorry…erm…” He picks it up and hands it to the man.

The man reaches out his hand and… it’s lovely. Slender and elegant with long graceful fingers; James wonders briefly if he might play the piano or—”

“Sir?” The man chuckles and James realizes they’re both holding the toothpaste because James never let go.  

“Sorry…” James quickly drops his hand. “I didn’t mean… erm… I… sorry”

“That’s alright, Sir.” The man sounds very amused. “How will you be paying today?”

“Oh… ehh… yes… erm… here.” James hands over his credit card.

The man takes his card and smiles at James when they make eye contact. “Thank you, Sir.”

That smile, those eyes… and if he calls James ‘Sir’ one more time, James might literally melt through the floor and—

“Would you like a bag, Sir?”

“God, damn it.” James sighs… he definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Sorry?” The man tries to stifle his laughter.  

“No!... I didn’t mean… erm… what?”

“A bag. I asked if you’d like your items in a bag?”

“Oh… erm… sure… a bag… that’s erm… yes… bag… please.” James fumbles and the man doesn’t hold back his laughter.

James groans and drops his head in embarrassment which only makes the man chuckle more. James lifts his head slightly and makes eye contact with him. His laughter fades into a soft smile and they stare at each other for a moment. James sighs softly and thinks, he’s already made a fool of himself, what’s he got to lose?

“Erm… would you… do you maybe… erm… is—"

“Would you like to get coffee next door in about half an hour?” The man interrupts.

“Huh?”

The man chuckles again. “I have a break in half an hour. Do you want to get coffee with me? And maybe, potentially string together enough words to make a full sentence.” He smirks.

James sighs and drops his head. He’s usually much better at this but this man completely stupefied him. James takes a deep breath to pull himself together and looks back up.

“I’m sorry about that.” James tells him. “I’d love to get coffee with you.” James smiles brightly.

“Well look at that; two sentences already. We’re off to a good start.” They both chuckle. “I’m Regulus.” He holds out his hand.

“James.” He shakes his hand.

“I’ll see you in half an hour, James.”

[abd-illustrates]

Going to make a proper promo post later, but wanted to give a quick heads-up that I'm likely going to be opening my Vgen for character art commissions sometime in the next few days!

If you follow my page over there it should notify you when slots open (^^)/

🍁 vgen.co/ABDillustrates

[kissboybyler]

fuck it, tiny white-board byler for the soul

[aaronsinferno]

Fandom spaces are far more enjoyable when you’re not being a miserable loser 24/7.

[affluent-havoc]

Inspired by this comment

From this post of mine!

[alphaofdarkness]

Ezra stressed out about parenthood while Sabine is sleeping in bliss (as she should, poor dear has been having nightmares ;;w;;✨).

Was inspired to draw the beans from @jessicas-pi’s “Commit To The Bit” fanfic; there is like two other doodles I’ll schedule to post like,,, Thursday or so from the same chapter 👉🏼👈🏼~

This fanfic has had a choke hold on me since I first read it~, it’s so silly, wholesome and just full of chaos with these two oblivious dorks having feelings for each other 🤭😌 I can't wait for more! It was honestly nice and hilarious reading the kinda sequel fic~

“ "Hi, baby,” he breathes out, ducking his head and speaking in a dry whisper, softly enough that it won’t disturb Sabine. He tries to sound reassuring. Maybe it’s just to reassure himself. “It’s your dad.”

[…]

The tiny presence tugs at him, and his eyes sting with a bursting happiness, because the presence feels like him.

[…]

He drifts deeper into the Force, letting his presence and Sabine’s and the baby’s all mix together.” - Commit To The Bit, chapter 3.

[e-zap-lil-luma]

I made these a while ago… but they really said copy paste

[lovelylittlegrim]

Stobin headcanon that after everything both Steve and Robin go into law enforcement and become a pretty solid detective partnership. They have a really high close rate for all their cases because they’re stubborn and smart and they’ve seen some shit ™️

The only problem is that they like to do the whole good cop & Bad cop shtick during interrogations except they always forget who is supposed to be playing what role and they’re just both bad cop more often than not and now the suspect is crying (they always make the suspects cry because steve has a mean girl attitude and Robin just likes the drama of slamming her hands on the table)

And their poor chief is in the background with a headache, on the phone BEGGING hopper to take them back. And hopper has zero sympathy. He gave them a glowing recommendation for a reason. They’re good kids and great detectives but they give him ulcers.

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?