#BC 1 or earlier

[ironladders]

skybound megatron when i catch you.... when i FUCKING catch you...............

[midwestgp]

happy saturday pt 2 (now on monday)

drawn from the promo photos for the levi's x mclaren collab

[skitskatdacat63]

Idk how to feel about my Seb spotting skills 😭 I looked at that prev reblog pic, and I was like "hm I bet that's from 2006" AND IT WAS!

How is he so cute!?!??!

[insanebreadloaf]

Rip lamp. You will be missed

this is my little piece of fanart of chapter 10’s final scene from @qoldenskies’s amazing fic Clipped wings

GO READ IT. GO READ THE CANARY CONTINUITY. BEWARE: it’s REALLY GOOD BUT HEAVY. ANGST ALL THE WAY

[changelingeyes]

clipping our carabiners together so we do not get lost <3

[kallicaria]

as a landoscar writer something i've been rotating in my mind is the way oscar slots into lando's life with all his childhood best friends. lando is someone who grew up so loved, who has always been so loved by the people around him, his friends and family; and not only that, but also someone so deeply and personally and intimately known by these people. and that's because they've been with him for so long, since he was a tiny midget prodigy child; they know all his ins and outs, his quirks and moods and how he loves and what he needs when he's upset, and he can always go back to them, because they're safe and easy and simple and home.

and then someone new comes along, a complete stranger; and because of his fame/job lando has good reason to be wary around strangers, to put up walls before letting them in (even if he doesn't always manage that because he's chronically wearing his heart on his sleeve). and oscar's unlike anyone lando's ever known or loved before, but he comes into lando's life and fills up a place he didn't even realize was missing, lying in wait. he understands lando in this oddly intense way; it's like they resonate on the same wavelength sometimes, and he's also just so patient, so calm, so steadfast. and so slowly lando becomes let to him in as well, to trust him with siller, brattier, less put-together polished versions of himself. to trust him to be there to help him when he's vulnerable; to, at the very least, always be watching him steadily.

and all of lando's friends are so protective and care about him so much, so they're cautious around oscar at first. they want to make sure he recognizes what a gift it is to be given lando's heart, what a priceless treasure he holds in his hands, and that he won't treat it carelessly or hurt lando in any way. but they know he makes lando feel happy, and safe, which is all they really want too in the end of the day.

these past few days i've been feeling so insane about nortrell—who i really think only work for me as platonic soulmates, best friends, brothers, more so than a romantic pairing. even romantic nortrell could only ever work as childhood friends to lovers (never strangers to lovers, for me at least!); their shared history, the way they know each other by way of all those shared memories and personal experiences, meeting as tiny children and becoming adults together, is an essential part of their dynamic. honestly i'd love to write something focusing on platonic brotherly nortrell as the central relationship but asdflkjaslkdjfa idk if non-romantic fics have literally any target audience on ao3 so maybe it'd just be something short? (that is if i ever manage to finish a wip in the first place)

[sleepsucks]

[chirpsythismorning]

When the interviewer asked when we should expect s5 to be coming out, that’s when Shawn mentioned that a little bit of an answer to that might be out there soon.

He actually mentions that this answer could be out by the time the video for this interview comes out, and since this interview was filmed mid-May and it’s now mid-June, I’m assuming we could be getting something soon or within the next couple months, potentially about a release date aka possibly a small teaser with 2025 stamped at the end…

[efverse]

Most of the eevee family purrs btw. Sighs. yeah the middle aged father of nine too.

[eugeniedanglars]

there's been discourse lately about how people mistakenly think eddie diaz is dean winchester and i agree that destiel is a whole different beast than buddie but may i submit for the consideration of the jury: buck sharing dean's "please love me enough to stay without making me beg you" flavor of abandonment issues. guy who keeps asking people to stay and they keep leaving anyway until eventually the act of asking is as unbearable as the leaving. because if they really loved him he shouldn't have to ask. but he always has to ask. and they always leave. you get it

[kyuyua]

I AM A SUCCESSFUL FAN

[skitskatdacat63]

"We are not the easiest opponent for everybody else, let's put it that way."

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up

[hvllowheart]

Is this abandoned?

it's not! I'm just terrible at writing 2 wips at once

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 1 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

AI-less Whumptober: public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

Whumptober: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.”

CW: kidnapping, torture, camping gone wrong, little shit whumpee

* * * * * * * * Whumpee screeched as they were dragged through the trees, a sound that instantly silenced due to a clammy hand clamping over their mouth and pinning them violently to someone’s chest. Someone taller than them, someone stronger than them. They kicked and cried out, heart racing in their chest so fast it could’ve burst out entirely.

“Jesus Christ, help me out here!” the voice pinning them yelled out. A flurry of movement. Whumpee couldn’t focus. More people?? “Shut up, you’re just making things worse for yourself!”

Whumpee threw their elbow back, slamming into the soft flesh of the assailant's stomach, and the assailant cried out, their grip faltering just enough for Whumpee to stomp on their knee, causing a worrying crinkly-crunch and a drawn out screech of pain not dissimilar to their own first cry.

Then the deathgrip faltered, and they stumbled out of their hold, and they RAN–

The force of another immovable body slammed into them and tackled them to the itchy pine straw and brush-covered ground. All the air violently expelled from their lungs, and for just a moment, they couldn’t breathe. They forgot how, something was blocking it, the bodies and the heat and the movement and the pain they were trapped in on all sides they were lost THEY WERE TRAPPED THEY COULDN’T MOVE THEIR LIMBS HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP–!!

Glorious fresh air suddenly filled their lungs! They were alive! They were okay! Only then did they realize that the glorious life-saving air wasn’t glorious fresh air at all, but hot and sticky and hard to breath because it was filtered through the thick pine straw underbrush that their face was smashed into–

AUGH THEIR ARM–!!

Stabbing needles of pain shot up and down their shoulder and it was wrenched violently behind their back and pinned in between their shoulder blades, half a breath away from fully dislocating and much too hopelessly pinned and tangled to even dream of struggling to get it loose.

They cried out, a whining sort of cry that matched the staccato tempo of their racing heart. “OW OW OW OWOWOWowowowowow STOP STOP STOP PLEASE, you’re hurting me let go please–!”

Tears instictually and wholly nocensunsuall filled their eyes and they kicked their feet wildly, more out of primal instinct than any hope to escape. The struggling hurt so much, yet they struggled and screamed and fought nonetheless.

Suddenly the grip on their arm loosened, just slightly, just so, just enough to that it didn’t hurt as much but it was still hopelessly trapped in the iron grip forcing it there.

They stopped screaming, took in a large breath they hadn’t realized they so desperately needed, and then suddenly everything felt just a little bit clearer.

But it still fucking hurt!

“Let me go!” they demanded, tearful whine forcing its way through their voice. When had they started crying?

The presence that weighted down their body– was someone sitting on them?? No wonder they couldn’t move. Or breath…– shifted slightly, and whumpee saw a face barely enter their periphery.

“Let me GO! Get off!! Let me–!” Their arm tweaked back and whumpee screamed again.

“Shut up.” The attacker sitting on them finally spoke. “Last chance, or I’ll make you scream until your voice box explodes, got it??”

Their arm was released once more, and they felt their whole body untense as the pain fell away. Mostly. They clutched at the ground with their free arm and pressed their face into the pine straw. Trying and failing to hold back the sobbing whimpers that escaped their throat.

“Fi-i-i-ine.” They growled, voice sharp and fragile as broken glass.

A hand from behind them roughly grabbed the neck under their chin and wrenched their head up to look forward, eliciting another groaning squeal from the victim.

They found themselves staring right into the cold dead eyes of the other person who attacked them.

Their eyes widened, breath running ragged through their constricted windpipe.

Shit.

Ohhhhhh shit shit shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit no no no please FUCK. Whumpee recognised them.

“This the right one?” The voice on top of them panted.

The face in front of them smiled. No, they smirked. And nodded. “Yup. This is the little fucker,” they chuckled, disgusting breath misting whumpee’s face. “We’ll show you to steal from other’s campsites, won’t we, li’l buddy?”

“My family will come looking for me!” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s dirt-smeared lips before they had a chance to think. “They probably already are, they’re getting suspicious right now because I’ve been gone too long and they’ll ask all the campsites around and they’ll make a search party and–!”

Another arm tweak, another scream, another face shove into the ground, another exhausting tensing of muscle under the weight of the person holding them down.

“Well.” They felt the iron-cold grip of the first assailant on their arm, crooking their arm back in ways an arm should never bend, just like the first. They screamed even louder, a hand slapped over their mouth, tears over the hand, barely enough presence of mind to even struggle as the combined force on their arms lifted them off the ground and they struggled and screamed and kicked and cried against the hold gagging them like a wild animal caught in a trap and fighting for it’s life. They barely felt their feet touch the ground, barely noticed as they were marched forward through the trees, further and further from their family, their friends, anyone who might’ve actually been able to hear their screams.

“Guess we should get busy. Race against time Will they find us? Or will they find you broken on the forest floor?”

* * * * * * * *

Father jumped at the sound that pierced high above the trees. Distant, barely audible, yet it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“What was that?” he commented. His voice rang with equal parts disgust and concern.

Mother looked equally as frightened. “A… A wolf howl maybe?”

“It sounded like a scream,” Sister said nonchalantly as she poked at the raging fire protecting them from the inky blackness of the freezing night.

Wind whistled through the trees.

“Or. Y’know. The wind.”

“Have any of you seen Whumpee lately?” Father asked. “I don’t see them.”

“They uh…" Sister voice dropped low, suddenly sensing an new urgency. They went to the bathroom last I saw.”

“That was hours ago!” Mother cried.

“Well I haven’t seen them since then!”

“Neither have I!”

"Or me!"

Father’s chest heaved, eyes wide, shaking nearly as much as the trees above them shook in the icy wind. “So… So… Where..?!”

The family’s gaze went from one another, ghost white to ghost white to ghost white.

Not a single breath among them.

Another distant scream.

Or wolf howl. 

Or maybe just a whistling of the trees.

* * * * * * * *

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[poems-of-a-lover]

babe what's wrong u barely touched ur loser boyfriend (me)