#Hyperfixating so hard on this movie right now

[wowifinallymadeanaccount]

Those hot gay depressed pilots have taken over my heart and brain and when I tell you I literally have not been able to think about anything else

[mcumorningstar]

Friday Nights

pairing: riff (wss) x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism

summary: After having Riff’s hands all over you at the dance, you can’t help but pull him away into the shadows.

a/n: mike faist world domination ‼️ I’m hyperfixating so bad rn. He’s just so gorgeous.

“Where the fuck is Riff?”

The Jets without dates shrugged from their places on the outskirts of the dance floor. Ice clenched his jaw, his date securely tucked underneath his arm.

“He’s dancing with… Y/N…” Baby John scanned the crowd of dancing couples, failing to see either one of you.

“Numbers and Action left with their girls so if anything happens without Riff here, we’re outnumbered,” Ice said pointedly to the Jets within earshot.

Mouthpiece and A-Rab nodded, as Ice and his date rejoined the dance floor.

Unbeknownst to them, you had taken Riff’s hand halfway through a number and weaved him out of the crowd underneath the bleachers.

You found privacy there and, after the past few hours of being so close to him, you couldn’t deny yourself any longer.

As soon as you were in the shadows of the bleachers, you crowded him against the wall of steps.

“We should go,” Riff panted with pink kiss-bitten lips as your hungry mouth moved to his neck, licking and sucking his sweat-salted skin.

You shook your head with a mischievous grin, “I wanna keep dancing… Just need you to myself for a couple minutes.”

“Oh yeah?” A wide smirk plastered across Riff’s lips and his eyebrows lifted, looking down at you. His strong hands gripped your hips tighter and held you close to him.

You and Riff had been going steady for a few weeks. He treated you to milkshakes at the diner, he took you dancing every Friday night without fail and you two even went to the drive-in movie theatre once.

He was certainly charming.

But you weren’t sure you were quite there yet. Riff has a special way of making your stomach swirl but the Jets had a reputation amongst your friends for being… town bikes.

“Yeah, I like seeing you like this,” You smiled, letting that hang in the silence for a moment before taking a step back, “Wanna head back?”

Riff watched you with half-hooded eyes as you straightened your appearance. His hair was mused and his cheeks were rosy pink.

Looking through the gaps between the stairs, Riff assessed the dance hall. Lonely singles sat above you, waiting to be asked to dance, their shoes tapping to the beat of the music against the bleachers.

Did he want to go back..? Riff would rather spend the rest of the night hidden away with you, but you wanted to dance so he’ll dance.

He turned back to you and stood up straight, “Let me cool off for a minute.”

The bulge in his trousers was evident as he stepped further out of the shadows. It looked sizeable and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it.

Riff adjusted himself and the front of his trousers, straightening out his shirt and collar.

“You need a hand?”

The words escaped your mouth before you could think and Riff almost snapped his neck turning to look at you.

Silence hung between you for what felt like eternity but was in actuality a few seconds.

“I mean… if you want,” You shrugged, only now realising that you were ready to give yourself to Riff in that way.

“Sweetheart of course I want that,” Riff took your face between his hands, “Are you sure? We can just go back to dancing.”

Wordlessly, you wrapped your fingers around his belt and pulled him closer, your hips flushed to his. His unfastened belt buckle caught against your hand as you tugged down his zipper and lowered to your knees.

Riff helped you pull his boxer briefs low enough to free his aching cock. You gasped at his size and he groaned at your reaction to him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

He was being so gentle with you. It was hard not to give him your all right away.

You started with kitten licks and soft kisses to his shaft, running your fingers through his happy trail and settling your hand on his thigh.

The other held the base of him as your tongue traced the vein across the underside of his cock.

Riff groaned from deep in his chest, gripping a metal bar from the bleachers framework above him. His other hand flailed in the air as he struggled to decide whether to hold onto you or not.

The hand on Riff’s cock ran along his toned stomach and took his free hand in yours, interlocking your fingers, as you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your throat.

“You can take it sweetheart,” Riff encouraged, his voice thick with lust.

Bobbing your head up and down, you worked up a rhythm that had Riff tipping his head back and biting his bottom lip.

He managed to muffle most of his moans and heaving breaths but the slick sounds coming from your mouth around him were hard for him to ignore.

Luckily the lively Jazz music of the dance hall bounced around the room, concealing your noise.

“Fuck baby, you’re so good at this,” Riff praised, low and rumbling. A smile graced your face despite your mouth stretching around Riff’s thick cock.

You moaned in appreciation, the vibrations making Riff moan and buck his hips, pushing his cock deeper down your throat.

Saliva dripped down his cock onto his balls. You pulled back to catch your breath, kissing his hand before untangling your fingers from his and stroking him.

Gripping him at the base, you took him in your mouth again and worked up another rhythm to prolong his pleasure.

Sweat beaded at his temples and his chest heaved. Riff wrapped his hand around the side of your neck, his thumb tilting your head back to meet your eyes.

The sight of him above you, ruined by pleasure, made you moan. The vibrations made Riff shiver. You met his eyes and his muscles trembled, pleasure shooting through him.

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum,” Riff groaned, biting his lip. His grip on the bleachers framework tightened, his bicep bulged and the veins in his forearm protruded.

You smiled giddily around his cock and reached up to massage his balls. A sinful moan sprung from his throat and his head fell back, ropes of warm salty cum coating the back of your throat.

Swallowing everything he gave you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Riff tried to catch his breath, a sheen of sweat coated his skin.

You rose to your feet, refastening his trousers and belt before tucking his shirt in and straightening it out.

Riff wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flushed against him. His face buried in the crook of your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin.

You stood like that for a moment before pulling away. Riff looked you over before crouching and brushing his fingers against your slightly scuffed knees.

“Worth it,” You giggled as Riff stood to his full height, towering over you. He adjusted your dress and ran a thumb under your bottom lip, tidying your smudged lipstick.

“Beautiful,” Riff whispered with adoration in his eyes.

An arm wrapped around your waist and held you close, “Ready to dance, girly girl?”

“Just one more kiss and then we dance,” You rose onto your tiptoes, meeting him halfway and kissing him with raw passion.

Riff pulled away, barely an inch, “Just so you know, I’m returning the favour as soon as you let me.”

“You’ll have no complaints from me,” You kissed him quickly and nipped at his lip before taking his hand and heading back to the dance floor.

The eagle-eyed Jets whooped as you and Riff reappeared, less put-together than when they last saw you.

“Enough’a that,” Riff was stern but in good spirits, pulling you under his arm as you giggled.

The Jets fell silent, despite mischievous smirks and knowing looks.

None of the Jet boys would ever say anything to you. Riff was their leader and he’d have their necks if so much as one bad word went against you.

You were his girly girl, his sweetheart, his.

“C’mon doll, let’s dance,” Riff grinned down at you, swerving you between other dancing couples to the centre of the room, “Wanna show you off… and then you’re coming home with me.”

At that, your mouth went dry. Riff bit his lip as he watched you swallow thickly.

After a moment to recover, a smirk twitched at your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “One more song then we go.”

Riff dipped his head to capture your lips with his before twirling and dipping you in time with the music.

You couldn’t wait for what was to follow, and every Friday night to come.

[ganondoodle]

honestly i dont know how many times i can keep trying to like and engage with things if they always end up disappointing me so badly i cant like what came before it anymore

im not trying to center this around me or something, but im having a hard time coping with arcane doing it too (to me)

few things can catch my attention and all interests in media i have ever had fumbled everything later so badly i often never want to see or think about it again

its happened with transformers (prime specifically, i think the ending of season2? i dont remember everything but after the fucking new guys show up and it killed my hyperfixation on it back in the day), one piece (stopped since whole cake island and anything new i see of it only makes it more clear i cant stand it anymore), zelda (ahah .. totk, fuck that game, basically killed my hyperfixation on the franchise and im only holding on for some projects and cool people i met through it), (edit; how could i forget fromsoft/elden ring and what the DLC did.....), arcane/league (arcane, lore retcons, and now its ending, but it happened before it turned into a hyperfixation so theres that bit of mercy lol) and those were only my super special hyperfixation ones i still clearly remember im sure im forgetting some, its happened with movies and other series i gave a try too (even mob psycho ... the series i thought couldnt disappoint me ...)

i feel so bad about it, i feel like i am somehow wrong to dislike or even hate how media goes, and bc it happens every time i feel like .. theres something wrong with me .. theres gotta be soemthing wrong with me right?.. i SWEAR i do NOT find joy in hating or disliking things, it is not fun for me, i hate hating things, especially when i once loved them, even if it may seem like there is nothing i can ever like i am NOT doign it on purpose, i feel the same, i feel like theres nothing i can ever just like, and i hate myself for it .. but also cant help it, i cant force myself to like thingsi dont either, i just want to rip my hair out and cry

[hotluncheddie]

Wiggly Wednesday!!! 🪱💕

It's here again!! so fast!! ty @runninriot for the tag!!

this is short but it is truly a brain worm, can't stop thinking about it <3

After the bats, Eddies body works different. A lot of his nerve endings got kinda messed up, he's been grafted and stitched up and he has scars and scar tissue, and skin that's just so different than how it used to be.

He's not the same, his body doesn't work the same. Things don't feel the same.

and Eddie is kind of embarrassed, kind of frustrated, because now he has an eager and willing Steve Harrington regularly visiting him, and kissing him and sleeping in his bed and generally being a golden ray of fucking sunshine on Eddie's long 'still in recovery' days.

But sometimes it sucks, because Eddie can't even tell him what he likes, what feels good, because nothing feels the same.

His remaining nipple barely gets hard even when it's ice cold, his hands can't feel heat like they used to, he can barely feel fingers against his neck anymore there's so much scar tissue, so on and so forth Eddie's Munson doesn't fucking work like he used to.

So, when Eddie cums - quick and surprised and breathless. Right after Steve sucks his big toe into his mouth for the first time, fingers trailing over the soft skin behind his knee at the same time - Eddie nearly starts crying.

Because Steve just takes it all in stride, pleasure is just another thing he wants to learn about Eddie Munson, along with his favourite books and movies and records. Steve always has a new idea to try, always just seems happy to be there in Eddie's presence, doesn't matter what they do, Steve is just happy he gets to do it with Eddie.

So when it turns out the most sensitive part of Eddie's body now happens to be his feet, Steve just goes with it.

And Eddie cant help falling a little more in love.

No pressure tagging: @scoops-aboy86 @steviewashere @whimsicalwadewinstonwilson @devondespresso @just-my-latest-hyperfixation (and anyone else who wants too!!)

[applebuttercringe]

Grief over Arcane ending (Show suggestion?)

This might sound dumb, dare I say CRINGE, but I think most people on Tumblr understand being emotionally connected to a franchise or piece of Media.

I was in highschool when Arcane came out, and remember thinking about the possibility of a season 2 for YEARS. When the date was finally announced it felt like a world away. Even moreso because I would be in college before it came out, which was a crazy thought. In the years between it made me get really into Fandom, reading and writing fanfiction, Tumblr, which caused me to meet so many cool people. I even watched it with my Mom, and that time spent together means a lot as well.

Now in 6ish hours Arcane will be over. In many ways the legacy of the show will be settled. Regardless of how good or bad the ending of the show is, it won't change the way it affected me.

Because fanfiction and fandom communities were such a big part of my experience with Arcane. It isn't just the shows hard end that will be mourned. It is the slow decline of the fandom. It is only natural that as the months and years go on the discussion around the show will wane. People move on, I will too, and less fanworks will be made. Depdnign on how the finale turns out the public opinion of the show may descend as well, becoming negative and buzz around the show being even more critical. No media is ever as hyped up as right before the end. (Not that the critique would be unwarranted)

In that way any show with a sizeable fandom dies two deaths.

I saw this with She-ra. I was a mega She-ra fan for a while, and was really upset when it ended. Not that I hated the ending (it was mixed) but more just grief that a show I had followed for seasons was over. Then the tides kind of turned against She-ra, and a show that had been hyped up by a ravenous fandom became more highly critiqued, now the opinion of it is more mixed. (SU also experienced this) From that experience though, I learned that you move on. Arcane won't be the only hyperfixation I ever have. It was special. But so will other shows be.

For this reason, please tell me about your hyperfixation! What piece of media changed you? What show, or book, or movie do you love, and want it to have more fans? Tell me about your blorbo. I'm in the market for a new hyperfixation.

[moooooolnp]

Unhinged Felix Catton headcanons

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-he has adhd and once he had a hyperfixation on America after him and his family visited for winter break and he begged James to get him as much American paraphernalia as possible so now there is just random America mugs and photos of the presidents around Saltburn

-adding onto that one, Felix is a HOARDER. Not only will he not throw anything away but he has a box of all of the things he has but has no use for because he doesn’t want Duncan to throw them away.

-Felix had a HARD emo phase in 5th grade (grade six for brits) and of course the biggest family portrait was when he was in 5th grade and he covers it at all costs. Stands directly in front of it, puts a curtain over it, or just solemnly put his hand over his face in the portrait.

-writes Harry Potter fanfiction IN HIS NOTEBOOK.

-his favorite color is hot pink but he won’t tell most people and when he does he sits them down for a serious conversation. This lead Venetia to think it was a metaphor for him to say he came out as gay.

-he used to wear an earring only on his right ear to help tell his left from right until he found out that only wearing an earring in your right ear is supposed to signify being gay. Oliver was the one who told him.

-when he was in his emo phase he stole venetias eyeliner pencils so much that he still finds them around his room.

-his favorite drink is strawberry milk.

-gets genuinely horrified at horror movies. Like, hiding under the blanket, covering his eyes, yelping, everything.

-regularly goes on shopping trips with elsbeth

Okay that’s all I’ll give more maybe

[lunarfleur]

Earth 42! Miles Morales with Autistic s/o hcs!

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @nagi3seastorm @hiyaitssans @enchanting-violet @luvjunie @milesmolasses

A/N: I did this for my own enjoyment, okay? This is based on my own personal experiences with autism, but I tried to keep it as friendly as possible! Not everyone’s the same, you know?

This is x gender neutral reader!

I’m gonna start this out by talking about how easy it is to feel comfortable in Miles’s bedroom.

He always has his normal lights turned off and LED lights turned on because it’s more comfortable for him

So he’d let you adjust them to how you like it.

He likes lighting candles so it always smells good in there

It’s always clean so there’s no mess to overwhelm you (just bc sometimes messes overwhelm me)

And he has a small space heater so it’s pretty easy to get the room to the right temperature.

It’s quiet in there and his bed is so warm and so cozy

Would recommend.

There’s no need to mask with him. I mean it. He wants you to be comfortable with him and open about yourself.

He won’t judge you.

With your permission, he did tell him mom before you met her

In case things got overwhelming, or something just didn’t go right, he wanted to make sure she understood. (She did.)

Miles was already the kind of boyfriend who has notes in his phone dedicated to information about you

So he has one with any and all of your sensory issues typed out

He had them memorized, but it was just in case.

If you need them, he always has a pair of noise canceling headphones in his backpack for you (he’s one of those kids who carries his backpack everywhere).

Please please please let him listen to you talk about your special interests and hyperfixations!

Bros invested

It’s his favorite thing, listening to the people he loves talk about the things they love

Shows, books, movies…

I know when I’m hyperfixating on a show or movie it’s the only thing I’ll watch (I’ve seen The Mighty Duck movies at least 25 times EACH) he will watch and rewatch them with you

He doesn’t get bored either. He likes getting to enjoy what you enjoy. It makes him feel closer to you

Would definitely subconsciously memorize any signals you may give off

If you have bad habits for when you’re overwhelmed (idk if this is an autism thing for me, but like when I’m overwhelmed I scratch my skin and bite my nails a lot) he’d calmly just like…stop it?

Like pulling your hand away and letting you fidget with his fingers or clothes

He’s a very patient guy, you know? And he loves you.

And he’s so good with meltdowns? Or panic/anxiety attacks. All of the above, basically.

He’s so quick to realize what’s happening and is even quicker to get you away from what’s making it worse (I.E: leaving the room/building to take you somewhere quiet, etc.)

He doesn’t complain or get upset about anything during a meltdown because he knows you can’t help it

Asks for permission before touching you, gives you as much time and space as you need

And is absolutely there for aftercare, too.

He knows it can be exhausting. He’s definitely extra careful with you after a meltdown because he doesn’t want to make anything worse

He keeps things at his house for you, too. Fidgets, comfort foods…bro keeps a weighted blanket on his bed just for you.

He does his research. You’re not going to find any gray areas in his brain

Now, he’s a pretty touchy, feely guy

He likes holding you and loving on you, having you close to him..

So I can see him getting disappointed when you let him know that you don’t want that

But he gets over it pretty quickly

He lets you do things at your own pace and is completely open to a compromise about this kind of stuff

And Miles isn’t afraid to ask you questions, either. But if you don’t have an answer, it’s okay.

If you’re overstimulated and/or going through sensory overload, he’s gonna do his best to get you what you need

He gets that, in times like that, communicating can be hard. That’s why it’s so good that’s he’s so patient. He keeps his voice gentle and his tone doesn’t change

He’s extra straightforward with you to avoid any miscommunication

Overall?

10/10. Would recommend.

[indigo-flowers09]

how did the wild robot go

OH MY GOD

i came in expecting “robot fox and bird found family in a forest” and i GOT “robot fox and bird found family in a forest” but SO MUCH BETTER????

all the spoilers every spoiler

yknow stories that are like “how am i supposed to live after that?” like Undertale Yellow or Brokeback mountain? yeah this is the opposite of that. and that’s exactly what i needed after being hyperfixating on uty for months.

some random thoughts i have are:

HRNRTHHFHFJFJGHTH. AUGH. WHAT DO I EVEN SAY…

i was crying since before the middle of the movie. and i didn’t sob at the ending. it was so good, the strong hard parts made me really cry but it kept getting hopeful again. i just.

I felt so seen by so much of that movie. I’m autistic, raised in a quite dysfunctional family and always depending on escaping with fantasy like undertale and fnaf, so i never had any real friends until 6th grade. Watching Brightbill (a runt) being raised by Roz and Fink (two already outcast members of the island with no friends) all because of their own flaws and accidents made me feel so… real. seen. I’ve never felt so represented. a dysfunctional, loving family, built on mistakes and trying to fit in and fulfill their purpose. trying to find the people they belong with.

Similarly but not exactly the same, the found family aspect. Again, as functional as they can be for a runt goose, a manipulative fox and a hunk of metal. but they were all stuck in a place where they can only try their best and take care of each other. that’s literally me and my friends bro. it’s like finding someone so different that you completely click with after a while. you get to watch everyone change and grow with each other.

one of my favorites things was the titular Wild Robot, Roz. GODDDD WHERE DO I START….

Roz showed up somewhere new, not knowing how anything worked, and just followed how she was programmed. She was feared, hated for just doing what she knew. Eventually she sat and waited and watched and learned what she could. When she woke back up, everyone still hated her. She did her best, she could now communicate, but it led her into a bad spot in which she did what she always knew and ended up, with a little help from others in a similar spot, finding those who loved her. In the end, learning how to connect and helping them do what they needed to led her to connecting with others, and being accepted for being kind by those who were not.

now replace Roz with Indigo and read that again, maybe don’t read it as literally but like. THAT WAS JUST MY ENTIRE MIDDLE SCHOOL EXPERIENCE???? HELLO????

Roz is literally me… autism…….

one last thing because GOD THIS MOVIE IS SO FANTASTIC THERES SO MANY THINGS I CANT EVEN THINK OF EVERYTHING I LOVE ABOUT THIS MOVIEEEEE

the art and music. dear god. this movie is so fucking good at being a movie. the art, environment, composition, EVERYTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS. it’s stunning, every single shot i just wanted to dig my teeth into, it’s such a beautiful movie.

the framing and pacing and music and colors and emotion throughout the entire movie is just phenomenal. everything is just so fucking good.

i wish i could say more but i’d need to rewatch it. i just can’t think about it right now i need to let it soak into my autism sponge brain. expect Axis, Guardener and Roz drawings tonight.

[mcmactictac]

9 people you’d like to get to know better

Thanks @moonystardust7 for tagging me, I don’t do these often but this one looked banger

Last song I listened to: my Spotify says that it was Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers but that’s just because I’ve been trying to branch out from looping I Know The End (also by Phoebe bridgers)

I’m currently reading: The Whispering Skull by Jonathon Stroud (the second book in the Lockwood and Co series because I’m still trying to cope with the fact the show got cancelled)

Currently watching: nothing because I don’t have time for a new hyperfixation right now but I’ll watch episodes of merlin and some of my other old favourite movies on occasion

Current obsession: would also be bbc merlin, it always lives in the corners of my mind. As mentioned I’m trying so hard not to trigger another hyperfixation right now as I’m very busy with work but Lockwood and co likes to creep back in there sometimes. Also been getting into crotchet/knitting more recently?

I’m gonna tag @softbeanofexistentialcrisis @boygirlctommy @bigpapawalkingdownthestreet @firerose @khyrrn-v2 @marcskywalker @technolilly @adrianainthesnow @hyacjnthus

[alpaca-clouds]

Imagining a better world after the apocalypse?

Now, there are only few followers here, who know me from twitter, I think. But those who do know, that my hyperfixation fandom before Castlevania (though one without much in terms of fanfiction) was Mad Max: Fury Road. Like, I still fucking adore this batshit movie! The action is awesome. The color grading is amazing. And Charlize Theron is.......... Look, I have exactly one celebrity crush and it is this woman, alright?

But let me get to the point. The point is, that within that fandom I had quite a few discussions about one question: "Is Immortan Joe right with how he runs this place?" (Spoiler: My answer is "no".)

Weird question, given that Immortan Joe is the antagonist of the movie and a pretty shitty dude, who only perceives other people as his property that is supposed to serve him in some way or form.

But here is what those people would argue, who would argue for him actually being right and the end of the movie actually spelling desaster for that post-apocalyptic desert society, he has build: "Well, water, oil and sulfur are rare ressources in this post-apocalypse, so one would need to distribute it carefully. And if Furiosa is to establish a more equal society in the end, there will not be enough to go around. Just look at the water. If you leave it running like that, you would empty the reservoir within a couple of days!"

To which my answer always has been: "Our you could just create a better method of sharing the water with everybody. Like faucets. Instead of letting most of it go to waste on the ground. And you can just... not build an entire military based around gas-guzzeling cars and instead use the big advantage of the citadel that it is self-sufficient and super hard to conquer."

But... I think this argumentation also kinda reveals a certain cynicism people have been trained to use to see the world. We are trained to see the world as a "wolf eat wolf" society. That we need scarcity and that there needs to be an underclass of people.

But of course... This is just wrong. Even that post-apocalyptic society in that movie can actually turn into something nice. Into something better.

Especially as all the argumentation people have going on there, ignores one of the greatest things that the citadel has: Knowledge. There is tons of old knowledge through the books that are still there. Books from the old world. Books in engineering. On other things as well. And adding to that, they also have the oral knowledge of the vuvalini in the end.

And because I cannot help myself to bring this from my last hyperfixation to my current hyperfixation: Take the end of the Castlevania Netflix series, for example. Like, sure, most characters have a happy end. But that is not the hopeful thing about it. Because the series ends on the expressed goal of sharing knowledge. The vampires have collected all this knowledge the entire time. Knowledge of technology and medicine. But they have done basically nothing with it, but making their own living kinda nice. I mean, heck, why do vampires even need knowledge about medicine given that they apparently do not get sick and can heal all wounds within minutes.

And then the series ends on the expressed goal of sharing the knowledge. Isaac gets inspired to share his knowledge by the end of the series - and given that he ends up with access to the Styrian library he can share that knowledge as well. And we already see by the end, how the people from Danesti are both in the Belmont Hold and the library of the castle, are learning things.

You could argue, that what happens in the show is, from the perspective of the average person, the apocalypse. Like, there is literal fire raining down onto the earth. But... By the end of it. There is the potential to build a better world. A world, in fact, that would be better than what actually happened in the real world after 1476.

And I think that is just so darn hopeful.

I wished media would explore this more.

[puccafangirl]

So I know it's gonna seem a little strange to analyze something as simple as Shaun the Sheep, but does anybody else believe that Shaun was a child/baby during the events of A Close Shave?

Cuz not only does he look smaller to me, but his baa's/bleats sound more high pitched as well. Even his voice actor Justin Fletcher mentioned in an interview that the first baa he gave Shaun was "quite high" and that later on he's "grown up a tiny bit" so now his baa is still a little high but not as much as it used to be. You can watch this interview right here btw.

So from Justin's description of him growing up, along with a few other moments/actions Shaun sometimes does in the show, I'm very certain that the series highlights his life as a young adult since then. I mean I know that him being a young adult throughout the series was probably already pretty obvious but I just think it's kind of neat to think that he was a baby in his debut film and that the series has progressed his life since then.

And I know that might also sound strange since Shaun's series has very much become its own unique show/world from the Wallace and Gromit one, especially since Shaun the Sheep doesn't have any dialog while Wallace and Gromit does. Therefore it can be kind of hard to imagine that A Close Shave happened within the same timeline of the series at this point. And of course the fact that we've seen him as a baby on the farm at the beginning of the first movie. So perhaps it would be better to say that he was a child in A Close Shave rather than a baby.

But I dunno, I just think this is a neat idea because I feel like it can be a good representation of how far he's come since his debut film all the way back in 1995. And it feels like a nice way for his character to start off. And even if it's pretty debatable as to whether or not the Wallace and Gromit world is truly also the same world as the Shaun the Sheep series, it's still lots of fun to imagine that A Close Shave was still something that happened in Shaun's life long ago before he maybe came back to the farm all grown up or something.

Anyway, so sorry for this long analysis but I just thought it'd be neat to talk about cuz it's been on my mind for a while. Plus you know me, I'll take every chance I can to talk about my son and my hyperfixation on his show. Even when it's a longer post like this. 😋 This is just my personal speculation on the whole thing.

[ghostboyhood]

INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

A boy lays in his bed with headphones on listening to the same song he has been for hours. His eyes are sunken in and he is visibly tired.

The camera pans to the boys face. He sighs, looks directly into the camera, and closes his eyes.

Cut to black.

☆ Name - Ghost / Kurt / Matt

★ Pronouns - He/Him

☆ Sexuality - Queer

★ heyy!! this is mainly a place of whatever my current hyperfixation,, i talk a lot about a lot very incoherently so bear with me..

☆ my dms are open but if you make me uncomfortable ill just block you! i do enjoy talking to people, i just have a rough time starting conversations because i dont want to be annoying.. i also have a very hard time getting my thoughts into coherent sentences.. but dont hesitate to dm or send me an ask !! oh and close moots can ask for my insta <3

★ right now im really into green day and my chemical romance!!! im currently watching white collar !!

☆ i love tv show and movie recommendations,, i cant guarantee ill watch it 100% but i bet ill eventually get to it one day.. i plan on watching succession, the good place, and interview with the vampire sometime.. i also love talking about tv shows/movies with people so Pleaseee talk to me about ur interests or my interests or whatever, i luv listening to ppl infodump!!!

★ some other things im into areee - house md, its always sunny in philadelphia, breaking bad, bobs burgers, good omens, all of john mulaneys specials, velvet goldmine, brokeback mountain, rocky horror picture show, saw (2004), fight club, dead poets society, a quiet place (all three), deadpool (+ wolvie), the outsiders (book mostly), many more movies just ask, life is strange, i plan on beginning detroit become human, dan and phil, danny gonzalez, kurtis conner, drew gooden, markiplier, and a lot of other things i just.. havent written down

@faileddog ^ (mona, joel, and i watching american psycho)

☆ i love love love love music with my whole heart,, i listen to most genres but i go through phases of only listening to specific songs/genres/albums/etc

★ my favorite artist is vundabar!! they have been for years now i love them so much

☆ right now ive been in a slight music rut so ive been listening to the same songs over and over on my main playlist i have..

★ some artists i like include - they might be giants, pure sport, ween, the frights, stephen sanchez, my chemical romance, green day, david bowie, the beatles, nirvana, system of a down, sign crushes motorist/birth day, lord huron, the magnetic fields, alex g, deftones, childish gambino, twist off!, etc etc

☆ if u wanna go listen to any of my playlists ☆

★ hmm what elsee,, im really into punk rock n i go to a lot of punk shows!! concerts are like my favorite thing and ive seen 20+ people live <3

☆ as i said i luv movies, i want to work on movies one day as a cinematographer or maybe even director.. my dream is to make my own movie. i would also like to be a concert photographer because i love photography and yeah!!!

★ ouhh i also love queer history, history in general but mostly queer history.. i love learning about the past and how life was for people.. im mainly intrigued by like the 70s-90s but honestly anything in the 20th century..

☆ i could talk about some of my favorite characters for hours,, i get Really invested in usually one show at a time though so its hard to invest myself in things that arent.. that fixation

★ i dont wanna write down all the guys i like but you'll definitely be able to tell because i wont shut up about them and my reblogs will mostly be them...

☆ credit- @hopelesshardrockfan for my banner

[lotties-ashwagandha]

CHRISTMAS WITH THE YELLOWJACKETS (headcanons)

SHAUNA

will forget to wrap your gifts until the very last minute and then spends hours wrapping , chugs a whole pot of coffee in preparation as if she bleeds espresso

her gifts are very thoughtful tho she gives the best christmas presents. shes perceptive to things you like and want, even if you don’t tell her she’ll notice if you’re eyeing something in a store while you’re out and will get it for you when you’re not looking

she can’t be fucked w christmas cookies though she’ll buy some at the store and plate them up all pretty and tell everyone she made them herself

anyway. she is passionate about the christmas tree (why does that sound dirty?) she needs the ornaments to be all in the right place and the lights to be equally distributed or else everything’s coming off and she’s putting it back on the right way

LOTTIE

NEEDS the entire wellness center to be decorated or else her seasonal depression makes her want to be chasing bitches through the woods with knives (again)

from the 5 exact same fics in the lottie tag i think we’ve all established that she can’t bake cookies even though she tries exceedingly hard

she buys all the seasonal coffee creamers that are all the fucked flavors , you’ll get in the fridge and be faced with “gingerbread candy cane sugar cookie mcgriddle subway sandwich taissa’s fresh farmed dirt” flavored coffee creamer

i can also see her getting hyperfixated on those “christmas baking championship” series , you don’t watch the show but you know everyone who’s eliminated each week by name

TAISSA

prepares a whole pot of dirt for the two of you

“I got this bucket of dirt from outside the boxing gym, it really packs a punch”

i’ll never not make fun of this bitch for eating dirt I’m sorry

anyway she probably hides your christmas presents but forgets where she hides them and then she has a little easter egg hunt for everything she bought you

you’ll be doing spring cleaning a few months later and be like oh my god look at _____ i told you i wanted this for christmas have you been hiding it???? and she’s like oh

she also has the BEST christmas songs playlist , possibly even better than van’s

VAN

if she buys you clothes they’ll be thrifted and she has this whole thing about how she doesn’t support fast fashion and at this point you’ve stopped asking for clothes bc girl keeps giving you dusty ass 60s shit and not the good kind

has old copies of all the good vintage christmas movies tho and you have movie nights with popcorn and blankets

she has a favorite peppermint scented candle that she always lights when you’re doing something christmassy, baking cookies or watching movies or whatever it may be

decorates the shop for christmas ‼️ and you help her and it’s absolutely gorgeous , she plays christmas carols all day during work

NATALIE

will probably buy you some rlly expensive alcohol tbh and you guys party like hell for christmas

will also get you something sentimental tho and act like it’s nothing when it’s everything

she’d be less into christmas than you but would be down to use it as an occasion to get lit, give you gifts, and tell you she loves you

and sex . just saying

MISTY

now LISTEN this girl goes all out

caligula has a miniature christmas tree in his cage and she reads the christmas carol to him every year

she really enjoys those little 5-7 minute vintage disney christmas shorts and will make you watch them with her because she thinks they’re so cute and funny

chip and dale reminds her of her and nat

she’s obviously chip in her mind and nat is dale

anyway

she’ll also hand make your presents, not all of them but I can definitely see her crocheting you something or smthn like that

in any case I’m going to bed my loves im exhausted and writing this before christmas bc i probably wont be active on christmas but MERRY CHRISTMAS i hope you all enjoy the holidays, thank you for reading and supporting <3

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

sunflower, chapter fifteen

summary:  Spencer “distracts” Y/n…

warnings:  hyperfixation, kissing, thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, praise, blowjob (just a tiny one), penetrative sex, creampie, cumplay

word count: 2709

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It had been a few weeks since you and Spencer had officially moved in together. In the meanwhile, he had returned to work, which had scared you a lot, but he reassured you that it would be a while longer before he would return to kicking down doors. It hadn’t removed all of your worries, but it helped a bit. 

Sadly, that wasn’t the only thing keeping your mind occupied. The gallery had asked you to come up with 3 new original pieces for the show, so you’d spend most of your waking hours either worrying or working on that. 

Although you’d move in with Spencer, you’d still kept your apartment as an art studio. It had been Spencer’s idea, knowing that there wasn’t the required space at his place, the convenience of already having the extra place right next door was too good to pass up. It didn’t really look the same anymore. It was emptier and your work had kinda taken over the space now that you weren’t restricted to a single room as your workspace anymore.

You’d been in here all day, frustrated by yourself, not finding any of your ideas to be good enough. The music was blasting loudly from the stereo, and you were currently just standing there, staring at the process you’d made today, which, in your opinion, wasn’t a lot. 

It didn’t really look like anything anymore, that’s how long you’d been staring at it. Kinda like when you repeat a word over and over again, it loses all meaning. 

Hearing the volume of the music slowly turn down until it came to a quiet, you turned your head to look.

“Hey, when did you get home?” you greeted, not even trying to hide the weariness that was beaming from you.

“Just now,” he replied, setting down his satchel, moving closer to you and studying the canvases, “it’s coming along great.”

“Urgh, please don’t,” you winced, looking back over it.

Casting his glance back at you, he asked, “have you been in here since I left this morning?”

“Um, yeah…”

“you’ve been in here 10 hours?” his eyebrows shot up, “please tell me you at least took a lunch break?”

“I ate something,” you said defensively, “I didn’t take a break to do it, but I ate something.”

“Okay,” he sighed, now standing in front of you, he plucked the paintbrush out of your hand, “it’s 5 o’clock, you’re done for today.”

Trying to catch it, he held it out of your grasp, “just, one more hour.”

“Y/n, you need a break,” he sat the brush down in the glass of cloudy colourful water that was at your feet, “you need a night off.”

“Yeah,” you laughed lightly, “I would love that, but I don’t think I could relax right now even if I tried.”

Taking your hands, he tugged you closer to the door, “you need a distraction.”

“I need to forget. If it was up to me, I would just like to forget, just for tonight,” you sighed.

“Then let me help you forget,” he pulled you a bit closer to him.

“What do you have in mind? Watch a movie or something?”

Smiling, he looked down at your lips, “we could, but I have another idea.”

“Oh really?” you grinned, starting to get what he was hinting at, “and what would that be, doctor Reid?”

Closing the distance, he kissed you, slowly spinning you around so that your back hit the wall. As soon as you felt the hard surface against your spine, the kiss grew more passionate. Letting your tongue slip past his lips, the two of you just stayed there for a while, making out like horny teenagers.

Running his hands down your body, they came to rest on your hips. You then felt one of his legs nudge your thighs apart, making room for it. His tall stature made it come to meet your covered center. 

The contact made you inhale sharply. Glancing down, you watched how his thigh steadily moved against you. Squeezing your hips, he moved them for you. Biting back a moan, you looked up into his eyes with a rapid growing hunger, though it died down ever so slightly as you saw the half-finished paintings over his shoulder. 

“Spencer, they’re staring at me,” you whined. 

Removing the contact his leg had given you, he grabbed your hand, “then let’s go.” 

Kissing your cheek, he picked up his bag and dragged you with him out into the hallway, quickly locking the door behind him. You giggled lightly as he pulled you into the other apartment, all giddy with anticipation.

Throwing your arms around him, the two of you stumbled towards the bedroom, ending up almost falling as the bedframe hit the back of his knees. 

Whispering against your lips, he slipped his hands under your shirt, “let me help you forget, just for a moment.” 

Sitting down, he pulled you with him, landing your thighs securely on either side of one of his. Gliding his palms down to hold on to your hips, he pushed you down, rocking you over his leg. 

Letting out a moan, you weaved your fingers throughout his hair. Arching your back, you blinked your eyes heavily at the wonderful spot he managed to put pressure on. Your pulse was heavy, you could feel it clear as day, and not just in your chest. 

One of his hands let go, only to snake around to the front of your pants, working at the button. You reached down to practically rip off your shirt. Once it was over your head, you went back to kissing his sweet lips. Hearing your zipper open up, you felt his long fingers dip down into your panties.

“Just focus on me, baby,” he whispered against your lips as his fingertips found your clit, “don’t think about anything else,” buckling your hips in his grasp, he reached further down, feeling just how turned on you were, he slowly sank a finger inside of you, “just this,” he exhaled, visibly enjoying the small gasp that escaped your lips.

Slowly moving it in and out, he didn’t do the motion many times before your body was screaming for more and he happily obliged. Adding another one, he started trailing his lips down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and the occasional nibble on his determent way down towards your tits.

“How I make you feel,” he sucked down on the soft skin of your left boob, latching on to it, making you roll your hips, “the way I’m touching you,” he nibbled his way over to the other one.

Curling his digits slightly, he started moving them faster, putting special attention to that spot that made all of the hair on your body stand up. 

“That’s good, Y/n, just focus on that, you’re such a good girl.”

He’d never said that before. If you didn’t already have goosebumps, you sure did now. Incoherently moaning out his name, you tightened your grip on his hair and let go. Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes.

Slowing down his motions, he removed his hand from between your legs and swirled his tongue over your nipple. Peaking down at him, he pulled back and breathed against your skin, “fuck, don’t look at me like that.”

“Why?”

“Because it makes me want to do some very dirty things to you.”

Sliding down his body, you landed on the floor, “oh yeah? Like what?” you crept your hands up his thighs and undid his trousers. 

Jaw slack, his breathing picked up. There you were, on your knees in front of him, tits out and pants undone. It wasn’t like you hadn’t blown him before, but it wasn’t often that you got the chance, he always wanted to focus on other activities. 

Pulling him out, his cock almost sprung free of its restraints. It was almost painfully hard, the tip glistening with precum. Pumping it a few times, you leaned forward, just to lick it.

Inhaling sharply, he tried to answer your question, “I, um, what?”

Blinking up at him, you smile, “see? It’s hard to find the words when someone’s mouth is on you,” taking him a fair bit past your lips.

“I don’t know wha-,” you kept going down till you couldn’t take anymore, but still you kept trying, determent to go down all the way, “holy fuck,” he cursed, getting the wind knocked out of him. Trying your best to swallow it all, you were flush up against your fist that was still holding on to the base of him. 

You moaned around him, loving the way you made his brain turn into mush. Bopping up and down, you felt a few tears gather in the corners of your eyes and drool drip down your chin.

Struggling to keep his eyes open, he groaned, “you’re way too good at that, you gotta stop,” and reached down to pull you off with a pop. You felt a small string of spit come into contact with your chest.

Holding onto both sides of your face, he bent down to give you a hungry kiss, pulling you up to your feet. His hands let go of your cheeks and slid down to yank your pants off all the way. Pulling back, his eyes were dark, “get on the bed.” 

Quickly wiping your face with the back of your hand, you sat down on the mattress in front of him, eagerly waiting for more. 

Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly, or too slowly in your horny opinion, shredded off his clothes. The pace at which he worked at the buttons was just cruel. “Turn around, Y/n.”

Doing as he asked, you kneeled facing away from him but still looking over your shoulder, not wanting to miss the show.

Now completely naked, he stood right behind you and kissed your shoulder. Grabbing onto your hips, he lifted them up, making you clutch onto the bedsheets for support. Pushing back towards him, he whispered in your ear with a smile, “you ready?”

Running his dick through your folds, teasing you, you almost gasped, the words flowing out of you, “yes, yes, yes!” wiggling in his grasp. 

And with one fell swoop, he entered you at once, filling up every inch. With a small whine, you arched your back against him. 

“There you go,” he cooed, running his fingers up your back, “look at you taking my cock so well.”

Going slow on the way out, till just the very essence of him was still inside you, he snapped his hips, stuffing you once more, “such a good girl for me.”

Moving his hand down around your waist, he palmed one of your jiggling boobs. Pinching the nipple, you moaned, feeling yourself already dangerously close you another orgasm. The joy of getting to suck him off had given you more pleasure than you realised. 

Reaching down, he rubbed your clit, “fuck, that’s it, baby. Cum again. Let me feel you.”

Your legs were shaking, and both them and your arms gave out as he fucked you through your orgasm, sending you crashing down onto the mattress. Ascending down with you, you felt his hot breath against your ear, “fuck, I love you so much.”

Slowing his thrusts down, he never fully stopped. His weight on you after that orgasm felt amazing. Lazily reaching a hand back to touch his side, you mumbled into the pillow, “I love you, I love you…”

Turning your head, you couldn’t quite see him, but fuck you could feel him. Keeping his face close to yours, he fucked you slowly, clawing you back from the high, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

Hearing by his noises that he was close, you slowly turned around, first bringing your knees up to the side, turning your lower body. Propping himself up on his forearms, he made room for the rest of your body to turn. Finally seeing his face again, you couldn’t help but smile. 

Tangling your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp, you brought him down for a small kiss. Both of you were deprived of too much oxygen to keep it going for long. Tugging at the roots of his hair a little harder, you saw his eyes roll back and he let out a low groan. Letting his hips buck free as his orgasm rushed through him, pumping you full of his cum. 

Panting, he stilled inside of you, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips, trying to help yourself to another orgasm. Overly sensitive, he pulled out with a wince. 

Reaching down to finish yourself off, he gently smacked your hand away, replacing it with his own. Sitting back, he admired the mess he had made between your legs, running his fingertips through your folds, pushing every last drop of his hot load back into you as it tried to escape. 

“Spencer, please don’t tease, I wanna cum again, please make me come again.”

“Then be a good girl and spread your legs,” he breathed out and as soon as you did, you felt him plunge two of his fingers into you, “that it? You like that?” swiftly picking up his pace, pushing hard onto your sweet spot, creating the most filthy wet noises you’d ever heard.

Adding his other hand to join the party, he used it to toy with your sensitive clit. Eyes locked on your pussy, it was only when you crept up on the end that he glanced up at your ecstasy filled face.

Writhing around, you tried to say his name, anything to let him know how close you were, but it wasn’t very coherent through all of your moans. 

“Shh, I know, baby, I know, just relax for me, I’ve got you, you can let go.”

Coming down a third time you felt delirious. As Spencer laid down next to you, also exhausted, you grinned over at him, “thank you for distracting me, Spencer,” turning, as he welcomed you into his arms.

“Anytime.”

Laying a few kisses on his clavicle, you informed in between them, “and just so you know, you saying good girl? You can do that as much as you want in the future.”

He didn’t say anything, he only started laughing. Confused, you looked up at him and asked, “what?”

“I’m sorry, it’s not that, I will definitely remember using it, it’s just, um, I kinda read a book of yours on the metro home today…”

“What book was that?” you asked, not recalling any book you owned that would even be remotely interesting for Spencer to read.

“That book you read some time ago, got all flustered about me knowing about it… Hearts aflame by Cherry Vixen…”

“You did what?” you didn’t know whether to laugh or yell.

“I fell over it in the moving process and thought it might be fun… I mean, it inspired this, so I think it was fun.”

Shaking your head, you chuckled and laid your head down again, “I can’t believe you read that… is that why you called me a good girl?”

“Well, it was mentioned in the novel 78 times, so I thought it increased the probability of your liking it. But I’ve wanted to say it for a long time, just, didn’t want to do anything you weren’t into…”

Looking up at him again, “I don’t think you could do anything wrong, Spencer. If it’s you who’s doing it, I’d most likely be into it,” and then kissed his lips sweetly. 

Nuzzling his nose into yours, he whispered against your lips, “good girl.”

Feeling a shiver run down your spine, you shuttered, “okay, maybe don’t use it outside of the bedroom unless you want my mind to melt,” that only made him giggle and pull you further up on top of him, “I am being serious. Do you want me to jump your bones again? Is that what you’re trying to do?”

“What, did you think we were done? Oh, Y/n, I promised you a distraction, to make you forget. I won’t stop until you have turned into puddy. We’ve got all night for that.”

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© 2022 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Time For Twins AU

Headcanons

(Just remember to treat Pastra like a  person, okay?)

This is just a list of headcanons that I have for the series! You may do with them as you wish!

Basic Stuff:

Alex - non-binary, asexual, they/them, Autistic

Spector - He/They, asexual, incredibly oblivious to sexual stuff, ADHD, they look cartoonish

Clyde - He/They, AroAce, they have an incredibly hard time establishing relationships, subtle ADHD

The Hijacker - They/It, AroAce, does NOT understand the appeal of being in a committed relationship

Winfrey - They/Them, bisexual, has a hard time finding mates because of their size

Mortimer - They/Them, pansexual, both ADHD and Autism

Simon - He/Him, straight, severe social anxiety, OCD

Jack - He/It, gay, hyperactive ADHD

Klaus - He/Him, they are child

The Flock - It/It’s, they are a big bird

Pre-Raid:

The Hijacker would read Spec’s stories from within the computer. They’ll never admit it, but they love Spec’s work.

Even though Clyde acted like they didn’t care about their interests, they listened intently to Spec whenever they babbled about a hyperfixation.

Clyde and Spector were very close before the war. They played together as children and Spec looked up to Clyde.

The same goes for Lankmann and The Hijacker, but as we know, insecurity got to Herbert.

Alex was a social butterfly when they went out of the house, but they secretly felt very lonely

They also can’t flirt for shit. It’s their sweetness that pulls people in.

The same goes for Spec, but they are just more oblivious

Spec loves to make food for the ones they love. They cook almost everyday.

Alex shows their affection by giving gifts and physical touch. (They are so warm!!!)

Winfrey would take in little Veldigun children until they found their parents.

The Hijacker and Spec were the only Veldiguns that used technology

Klaus is actually the son of Patient 66 (oh boy, the angst…)

Post-Raid:

Spec often braids Alex’s hair to try to calm them down. They even do this to their tails! If anyone draws this, I will go feral

Those two cuddle all the time. One of their favorite things to do is to wrap a blanket around them and watch movies.

Many of Alex’s art pieces are in Spector’s novels

Spec often finds Alex sleeping in the strangest places. Sometimes on the table. Sometimes on the floor.

This is because their tails will force them to sleep, no matter what Alex does. This constantly annoys them

Speaking of which, Alex is a caffeine addict. They will chug four energy drinks at once

Mortimer ended up adopting Klaus due to not being able to find his mother.

I feel like they would be like Bandit when it comes to parenting. Especially when it comes to Klaus’s creativity

Winfrey is like a parent to everyone. Especially Clyde and Alex…

Clyde and Alex still fight on a regular basic. Clyde causes the vast majority of them.

One of Clyde’s favorite ways to torment Alex is to hold them up by one of their tail.

This was…until Alex swung themselves back at Clyde and fought them. I’ll let you guess who won.

Alex has some sensory issues. For example, they hate slimy textures. Especially, things like eggs, boiled noodles, and thawed meat.

Clyde uses this to torment Alex as well

It has gotten so bad that Jack and Simon have a “Days without Clyde and Alex brawling” board.

Jack knows every bit of drama and tea in the group. Don’t ask how he knows. He may be listening to you right now.

Simon takes care of The Flock. It reminds him of his old pet crows

Spec calls Alex “Little Critter”. Don’t ask why. They just think it’s cute.

Alex’s wings glow during the northern lights

The Hijacker spends most of their time in Spec’s computer. They get anxious around a large group of people.

That’s it so far! I hope you genuinely enjoy this strange little post!

[cybertroniannugget]

Pangea and mt Vesuvius

Not what I originally intended to post here, as I'm writing some spice at the moment but THIS is what my mind was occupied with all freaking day... The whole desaster takes place somewhere in the first movie or between 1 and two. Some details are changed up Which I did on purpose. I know all the movies from start to finish because the hyperfixations are hyperfixating real hard right now.

This is just a random story of how I get idk let's say teleported into the bayverse movies and how I'd probably handle that.

While I sprinkled in a bit more confidence than I actually got, I think it's an accurate representation of what kind of person I am: always cracking jokes, overthinking EVERYTHING, random useless knowledge that turns out to be somewhat useful.

About this fic: sfw, implied romance with OP, trans ftm character, no reader just Alex, confused Autobots they still need to learn so much about earth and everything, I also don't know okay?

This is just me struggling while simping hard for Optimus.

But we still ain't know what fucked up big M's navigation system when he crashed. Infact, why are all of our navigation systems useless here?! ", Jazz adressed, arms crossed over his chassis. "We all be getting lost all the time.

"I think I know why"

Oh please, why did I speak up just now...

All optics and eyes were fixed on me as I said that, making me immediately regret opening my mouth in the first place but here we are now.

"What? Maybe your systems think you're on Pangea.", I said, taking in the same position as Jazz by crossing my arms over my chest.

Optimus leaned closer, one servo on the railing, blue optics studying me thoroughly as to look for any signs of lie in my attitude.

"Pangea? May you elaborate?"

Hearing this deep voice so full of interest made me feel things honestly.

"The supercontinent. Wait, Imma show you."

I take out my phone, careful not to reveal the background, because I couldn't find the time to change it yet.

"Here, this is earth today. You see everything, Europe, Asia, South and North America, Autralia, Greenland and all the islands in the oceans."

"And this is Pangea, it broke apart into the continents as we know them today about 200 million years ago. This is probably what Megatron had in mind. See? When you look at a map of earth today you might think, if you turn south America around and snug it up to north America, they fit like a puzzle. It's because they were together as part of the supercontinent. Or push it up to Africa, same thing. Just squish it all together"

"That human is incredibly well educated.", Ratchet chimed in.

"That human has a name and thank you."

"But why did that happen? It makes no sense.", Ironhide complained, lifting one servo as to show his frustration in what I just said.

"If I may...", I look at Lennox, awaiting some kind of approval to continue. He nods and so I proceed with my explanation.

"Well, I don't know how to explain it scientifically, but I'll try to make it understandable."

Optimus nods, listening carefully. How do these highly educated space robots not know about that? But who am I to judge, they aren't from here so I can't expect them to know everything about earth.

"I think it probably started because of something called mantle convection. That means the heat from earth's interior rises up to the hardened crust. That caused it to break open, creating a volcanic rift zone. The cracks went further, the tectonic plates drifted apart. The rifts filled with water over time and while the plates drifted farther away, the oceans were formed. Or something like that I don't know but today we've got 6 continents."

Always undermining everything I say, great job on trying to act confident...

"And Greenland, I don't discriminate.", I added as some people eyed me.

"But I don't know if Pangea is what your systems used as the base to calculate. There were other tectonic combinations even before that, but it's a wild guess I'd say. I am certain it was one of them."

As I was explaining, Optimus' gaze changed to a warmer tone and I could feel my pulse rise to my ears. He was just so beautiful, and seeing him for the first time in person made my heart flutter uncontrollably. I wish I could tell him how I feel,

But this is real. No scenarios, no daydreaming or fanfiction. It was as real as it could get. Damn it, I wanted to shift here, not get teleported or whatever caused me to end up here with all of them. I hope we can atleast become friends. No need to get my hopes up though.

"Alexander?"

The baritone voice of the Prime pulled me out of my thoughts about him.

"Hm?"

"What kind of heat were you talking about?"

"Oh that. Well, starting at earth's core, it's liquid magma. It's really hot, like 5.200 Celsius hot. 9.000 something Fahrenheit for the Americans here..."

This was met with laughter and I continued with my lesson or whatever you might wanna call it I don't care, I'm struggling here okay?

"The further you go up, the 'cooler' it gets.", I say, underlining the word cooler with my hands in a joking matter.

"They probably got fancy scientific names but don't ask me which. Anyways shit's really hot. And it's what shoots up from volcanoes.", I finish as I look into a round of confused optics and a few tilted helms.

"Volcanoes? When tectonic plates crush against each other, or built up pressure is released, no?"

They all look at eachother, chuckling coming from my fellow humans around me.

"Okay here, that's mt vesuvius, big ass volcano."

"Sometimes these mfs shoot lava from this hole up there, pretty fascinating and scary at the same time.. It looks like this.", I add as they look at the pictures, not knowing whether to be amazed or afraid.

"The glowing stuff you see here is the lava. When it's still underneath the crust it's called magma."

"Are there many on earth?"

"Yup, don't get too close."

Optimus' optics widen at that statement of mine

"Don't worry bossbot, not on this island. The closest from here is next to Madagascar, Africa. Unless you decide to swim a few rounds up there there's no need to get worried."

The Prime relaxes, shoulders dropping while optics still focused on me.

Why is he looking at me like that? I mean I ain't complaining but if he continues like that Imma internally combust.

"You explain everything so well Alexander."

"Please, call me Alex. Alexander seems so long."

The Prime nods understandingly. "Very well then, Alex."

Oh god make it stop. I love you so much Optimus please...!

"His heart rate just shot up exponentially.", Ratchet mentioned and it was right then and there that I wanted to vanish, dissappear, sink into the ground, never to be seen again.

"Haha yeah, chronic Tachycardia, no need to worry."

That was a lie. Yes, my pulse is through the roof right now, but I've got no heart disease.

As I was met with confusion from every bot except Ratchet I explained before any questions could be asked.

"It's a general term to describe an elevated heartrate. You know, the thing in a human's chest that pumps blood through our body."

"Blood?"

"Oh come on. Okay, well then I can explain that to you guys later. And answer any questions you have as it seems no one else here cares about your education on earth and it's inhabitants.", I say grumpily, looking at Lennox, who raised his hands in defeat.

"I can see us becoming friends Alex.", Jazz laughed.

"Looking forward to it!", I said, pointing fingerguns at the silver bot, which is met with more laughter.

"Okay, class is over, what are we gonna do now?", Ironhide asks into the round of bots and humans.

I just shrug, looking at Optimus, who was still looking at me. But when I looked at him, he quickly looked away to Ironhide.

Cutie~

"Alex seems to know so much, why not ask her?."

That statement of a bystanding soldier was met with a glare from Optimus.

"Alex is a he, you better make sure to remember that!"

They went to protest, but Optimus wouldn't let them. "Unless you wish to get what humans call fired."

Oh shit he's really mad...

"I will make sure of that if you continue your unreasonable behavior."

As he said that I could swear I saw the soldier shrink right then and there infront of my own two eyes.

He looks at everyone. "This counts for everyone here. You will respect Alex."

Oh god, he's standing up for me I can't please marry me Optimus, like right now!

"Okay, lessons aside.", Epps put a hand on my shoulder, smiling. "You were great by the way. I think we can use that for good."

He looked between everyone, a stern expression replacing the warm smile, hand leaving my shoulder. "As much as of a crucial hint this is, we can't know for sure what's exactly causing the malfunction. Better dig people."

True honestly, but HOW is anyone supposed to figure it out without cutting someone open? Megs maybe...?!

"Something's on your mind again, I can see that.", Bumblebee said with snippets over the radio.

"What, me?! It's nothing."

"Nothing?!", Jazz protested. "You just gave us the best clue we could ask for. I'm no Optimus Prime but I can say that I wanna hear ya out my man."

He looks up at Optimus, who was looking at me again after listening to his lieutenant.

"I must say, that you have given us great insight on your mental capabilities Alex."

He leans closer and it took everything of the mental capabilities he just mentioned to not kiss him right here right now.

"Well uh, it's just some kind of impulsive thought. You know, the ones you can't really control...",I said nervously, one hand behind my neck, avoiding everyone's gaze.

But he didn't budge, only blinking once while awaiting an answer.

"Okay, you're not budging I see. Fine."

Taking a deep breath and regretting every life choice I had made up until that point, I went on. "Look, I don't know anything about Cybertronian culture and how things are handled. Especially this right here. Us humans, we always wanna know what exactly caused certain events. For example death here. So we came up with analyzing the body of the dead by cutting them open and stuff, it's called autopsy. Maybe, just maybe we could find something. I know Megatron ain't dead but he's in some sort of... Stasis? Someone could check his navigation system and maybe find the cause for the disruption."

I lower my shoulders, trying to be as small as I possibly could infront of Optimus, who's gaze I couldn't quite interpret.

"On Cybertron, there is quite a similar practise."

"So you're saying it's worth a shot, Prime?", Ironhide asks, unsure of what to think of the situation. "But he's not dead, as Alexander pointed out correctly.", Ratchet added.

Optimus turned around to face his Autobots.

"This may be our only chance. We must take it. For the sake of both worlds. This war has been going on for so long, we cannot let this hold us down. And now it seems there is a way to find out why this is happening. We will fix it, together."

Now it was on Lennox to speak up again.

"So we gon' dissect Megatron? I'm all in honestly. That fucker did enough damage."

My eyes widen at that. "They're not gonna kill him!" Unsure of the righteousness of what I just said I looked at Optimus, who nodded.

"See? They're just gonna take out the navigation system and leave."

"Ooh, big M is gonna be SO mad when he finds out."

"He won't.", Optimus retorted with an absolute certainty in his voice.

"Alright then, it's settled. Prepare people and gather as much information as possible for this mission and await any orders from Big O!"

And with that final order of Lennox the soldiers scattered around, leaving immediately.

Okay great, I'm gonna go be useless again wohoo.

"Alex?"

I look toward the sound of the voice I already grew to cherish. "I know, I know. I ain't accompanying you. I'd die if I did, already know that."

The Prime nods.

"I am glad you understand."

I love you so much I wish I could tell you...

As he remained standing there I grew nervous, fidgeting with the strings of my hoodie.

"Is there something you need?"

"Wha- me? No! Just... go be a hero.

You know you're good at it."

I clear my throat, pretty sure Optimus could hear my pulse. "But remember to take a break sometimes. I always see you up and about."

Did I overstep? I knew it. Chance blown. Goodbye earth. No romance.

"I highly appreciate your concern Alex."

He's always saying my name help. Is he just being polite or what does this mean?!

"There is this human saying. What was it again? I grab it with my heart...?"

Please he's so cute I can't~

"I'll take it to heart was it probably. It means to honor someone's wishes as you see them important."

He tilts his helm in question. "The person or the wish?"

That is when I think all the 5 liters of blood inside my body went up to my face.

Keep calm, stay cool Alex. Don't embarrass yourself.

"It's up to the person saying that."

Whatever higher power there is, please help me!

"You deem my wellbeing as important and so do I"

Phew, that was close...

"Can it be both?"

WHAT

"Eh, sure. There's always room for interpretation."

I guess...?

What has my life come to? They probably think I'm a know it all person. I gotta keep my damn mouth shut from now on.

"Very well then Alex, I look forward to working with you."

I only nod, trying not to get lost in those beautiful blue optics.

"I'm sure it's gonna be great Optimus!"

Unless I unsubscribe from life because a Deception squishes me...