#I don’t even know how I got interested in this stuff

[randum-famdoms]

I will add that even though we know A LOT about extinct animals, there are obviously many exceptions. Some species only have a few partial fossils found so far, meaning we know some but not a ton about them, and sadly many many extinct species simply aren’t known about as we haven’t found fossils of them yet.

However! We are CONSTANTLY learning and discovering more about history, extinct animals included. Just because we don’t know everything, does not mean that we don’t know a great deal more than Hollywood and social media would lead you to believe.

Some amazing resources that I personally enjoy watching to learn more about palaeontology and cool animal facts in general (as a casual enjoyer, I have zero academic experience) are a few YouTube channels:

Lindsay Nikole (she’s doing a series called history of the world as we know it rn, it’s awesome, but she makes other stuff too):

Seven days of science series by Ben G Thomas (there are several sibling channels listed on their page, they’re all cool)

PBS Eons (their shorts are very good, and their long form videos are even better)

And History of the Earth (amazing documentaries, worthy of the history channel BEFORE it went to shit)

For non-extinct animals, Real Science is really fun! They’re what got me into marine biology and the reason the octopus is my favourite animal. Also they taught me that pudge ones are cool as fuck. If you like engineering, they also have a sister channel for that linked on their page.

Less specialised, but SciShow has some great episodes about this kinda thing as well! Hank Green and his team are awesome.

And while I’m at it, if you’re also interested in the Human Fossils (aka archaeology and anthropology), Milo Rossi from Miniminuteman is where it’s at! He’s got some great stuff in his channel, super fun, and knows how to do commentary/reaction/debunking videos without being outright mean and instead just sarcastically informative.

I have more educational YouTube recs but imma stop here because these are the most relevant to the post lol

I submit to you that the most iconic feature of any animal is either unlikely or impossible to fossilize.

If all we had of wolves were their bones we would never guess that they howl.

If all we had of elephants were fossils with no living related species, we might infer some kind of proboscis but we’d never come up with those ears.

If all we had of chickens were bones, we wouldn’t know about their combs and wattles, or that roosters crow.

We wouldn’t know that lions have manes, or that zebras have stripes, or that peacocks have trains, that howler monkeys yell, that cats purr, that deer shed the velvet from their antlers, that caterpillars become butterflies, that spiders make webs, that chickadees say their name, that Canada geese are assholes, that orangutans are ginger, that dolphins echolocate, or that squid even existed.

My point here is that we don’t know anything about dinosaurs. If we saw one we would not recognize it. As my evidence I submit the above, along with the fact that it took us two centuries to realize they’d been all around us the whole time.

[defuckingthrone-dot-com]

Lucky

A/N: BTW I’m still very much stuck here so I decided to write a lil something about it. (Pardon me, I don’t know the terms for what I should call this)

Sorry if this sucks, I did it while I had down time at work. Not proof read. Hope y’all like it.

Warnings; none, pure teeth rotting sweet fluff

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It’s had been a pretty good day so far, I was sitting next to Noah on one of the sofas in the creative studio where all of desigin for their merch took place.

All of the guys where gather together having a good time after a good day of work. We were drinking our favorite drinks cracking a joke here and there. If I’m being honest I don’t really bring much to the table when it comes to designing stuff but my favorite thing is to hang out with the boys especially Noah, he was one of my favorite people ever.

“So Y/N, what do you think about the designs so far?” Davis asked, he was head of designs here so I appreciated that he even asked for my opinion.

“I really like them, fans are gonna go crazy over them, so cool that this time around you guys don’t have limited quantities so everyone can really get what they want”, I said

“yeah that’s a plus, I’m really glad we where able to do that this time around” Jolly chimed after he took a sip of his drink.

The conversation went on for a little while about random topics here and there . And somehow we ended up talking about true crime which is one of my most favorite subjects.

“Oh yeah! I recently watched a documentary about serial killers” I took a breath “sometimes I can’t believe what a human being is capable of doing whatever the motive is”

Folio looked at me “I don’t know how you can watch all that stuff and not feel sick, you’re so brave”

I chuckled a bit at the comment “my family is big on horror so I grew up watching docs and horror movies”

“that explains it” Nick said laughing

As I went on to explain something else regarding the topic I noticed that Noah really wasn’t involved in the conversation, he was just humming and looking directly at me. I turned my body so i could fully face him.

“hey big boy, what’s got you thinking and smiling like that?” I said intrigued

“Oh nothing” he chuckled

“Please tell meeeee!” I made my best puppy eyes at him, completely putting on second plain the conversation happening in the background. “Are you even paying attention?” I asked.

“Fine I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to make fun of me” he said looking quizzically at me.

“I can’t promise anything” I said looking around to the others getting up from their seats and making their way around the room, but when I looked back and catched Noah’s brown eyes looking at right at me I couldn’t resist “okay fine I promise I won’t make fun of you”

He stared at me with a wide grin “ Oh I was just thinking about how lucky I am”

“Lucky?” I questioned

“yes lucky, lucky to have you.” Noah mentioned

“silly old me?” I said joking

“Absolutely, I’m gonna be honest I haven’t heard anything you said in the last ten minutes but damn did I realize that I love watching you ramble on about your interests” he says laughing “I love looking at how you express yourself and how pretty that face of yours is” he said grabbing my hand.

“im lucky to spend everyday i can with you, and even know the rest may not realize it; they’re lucky to have you in their life as well, even if it’s just in little moments like these.” Noah said adjusting his position.

I didn’t know what to say; heat rose to my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful and I’m so lucky you’re in my life” he said leaving a small kiss on my temple .

I couldn’t resist just giving him the biggest hug, but what he didn’t know is that I was the lucky one to have him in my life.

[gxr25256]

The Return Visit - Thundercraker x reader (2)

🌵 Hello, I'm back. After a few days of treatment, I felt better and was able to continue working.

🌵 Forgive me if there are any mistakes 😊

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The next time you approached the abandoned building, your heart beat a little faster. The memory of Thundercracker’s towering figure was still fresh in your mind, but there was a strange comfort in knowing you’d promised to return. In one hand, you carried a bag packed with things you thought might interest him: a few DVDs, some snacks, and a USB drive filled with movies. The blanket draped over your other arm wasn’t just for practicality—you figured it might help make the cold, crumbling space feel a little cozier.

When you entered the building, you spotted him immediately. Thundercracker was seated in the same spot, his broad frame bathed in the flickering glow of the cobbled-together television. The instant his optics landed on you, they brightened—a subtle yet undeniable flicker of recognition and something else… expectation?

“You actually came back,” he said, his tone neutral, though the subtle lift of his wings betrayed his guarded relief.

“I said I would,” you replied with a small smile, holding up the bag. “And I brought some stuff. Thought it might make things a little more... fun?”

He tilted his helm, clearly intrigued but hesitant. “What did you bring?”

“Just… some stuff,” you said, lifting the bag for emphasis. “Movies, snacks—you probably can’t eat them, but I thought I’d bring them anyway—and a blanket, so I don’t freeze sitting here.”

He blinked slowly, his optics narrowing in mild confusion. “You brought things… for me?” The question sounded foreign on his tongue, as though he couldn’t quite process the idea.

You set the bag down carefully, shrugging. “Well, yeah. Friends do that for each other, don’t they?”

“Friends?” he echoed, the word lingering in the air like a spark.

“Or something like that,” you added quickly, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze. Realize how silly you are for calling him—an alien robot—your friend, even though you haven't known each other for more than a week.

Thundercracker seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding faintly. “I see.” His wings twitched—a small movement, but one that hinted at his awkward gratitude.

You spread out the blanket on the floor and took a seat, pulling a DVD from the bag. “Alright, I brought a few options. Thought we could start with a classic—maybe something lighthearted? Or do you want another detective story?”

Thundercracker arched an optic ridge, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. “Surprise me,” he said, leaning back slightly as he settled into a more relaxed posture.

“Alright!” You inserted the disc into a portable DVD player you’d brought, connecting it to the makeshift TV with some effort. As the first movie began, you both fell into an easy silence. The hum of the television filled the space, mingling with the faint rustle of wind outside. You’d chosen something lighthearted—a comedy—to ease any lingering tension, and while Thundercracker didn’t laugh, you noticed the occasional flicker of his optics or the slight twitch of his wings during the funnier moments.

Halfway through the movie, you noticed the distant rumble of thunder. It started as a low growl, barely noticeable over the film’s dialogue, but it grew louder, closer, until the first droplets of rain began tapping against the broken windows. You glanced up from the DVD player you were fiddling with, sensing the change outside.

Thundercracker was sitting beside you, his large frame still as ever, but he looks strange. Perhaps it was the rain, or perhaps it was just the quiet of the building, his optics dimming as they followed the storm brewing outside.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” you said lightly, gesturing to the rain, hoping the weather would spark some conversation.

He shifted his weight, just a slight movement. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“You don’t mind the rain, do you?” You asked, glancing at him.

Thundercracker’s wings twitched, a subtle motion that didn’t escape your notice. His voice, when it came, was deep but soft. “It’s fine. Storms are... familiar.”

He didn’t elaborate, and you weren’t sure how to press. For a moment, you both just sat there in the dim light, the sound of the storm mixing with the background hum of the movie.

The silence between you felt comfortable in a way, but also heavy, like there was something unsaid. You found yourself stealing glances at him. He wasn’t anything like you’d expected from the Decepticons—the way he spoke, slow and measured, with a hint of thoughtfulness, made him seem more like a puzzle than a threat.

After a few minutes, you broke the silence, you ventured. “So, you like storms, huh? What’s that about?”

Thundercracker seemed to hesitate for a moment before he responded, his optics shifting back to the window as another thunderclap sounded. “They remind me of… flying.”

“Flying?” you repeated, intrigued.

His voice dropped, quieter now. “There’s something about it. "The thunder, the wind—feels like the world is… changing. You know, when you're flying? The sky’s always shifting. Never still. It’s freeing.”

You furrowed your brow, trying to imagine it. “Liberating? But all the chaos of a storm… that doesn’t seem like freedom.”

His lips twitched, but it was almost imperceptible. “Maybe to you. But to me, it’s all the same."

Before you could voice it, the storm outside intensified, the rain now falling in sheets, drumming harder against the glass.

Thundercracker, however, didn’t seem bothered by it. He sat back, as if settling into the storm itself, lost in thought, his posture is almost relaxed, as though the chaos outside mirrored something within him.

“What about you?” he asked suddenly, his voice quiet but probing. “Do you like storms?”

You didn’t immediately answer, unsure of what to say. “I don’t know,” you finally admitted. “They make me feel small. Like I’m trapped in something I can’t escape. And they always feel kind of sad. Lonely.”

“Lonely?” he asked, his voice softer now. “Is that how you feel?”

For a second, you weren’t sure how to respond. “I guess so,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “Uhm...... I mean, look at it. Everything feels so distant in a storm. The rain keeps people apart, the thunder feels like it’s warning you to stay away… it’s just isolating.”

There was a long pause before he spoke again, his tone quieter. “I know that feeling.”

You turned to him. “You do?”

His wings drooped slightly, and his optics dimmed. “I’ve spent more time alone than I care to admit. Even with my trine… even in the middle of battle, there was always a part of me that felt… separate. Like I didn’t belong.”

You looked at him, gently asked. “A trine?”

His voice was distant, as if lost in a memory. “Yeah. Starscream, Skywarp, and me. But things change.” He let out a breath that almost sounded like a sigh, a sound that felt too human for something so mechanical. "We were... close. Or I thought we were. But now…” He let out a quiet chuckle, though it didn’t sound particularly amused.

You noticed the way his shoulders sagged, the weight of his words pressing down on him. “Now what?” you prompted gently.

“But now? Now, I’m not so sure. One of them shot me in the face, and the other…” He trailed off, letting the unsaid words hang in the air. You could hear the venom in his voice even as it softened. “I don’t think they’d care if I disappeared.”

The way he said it hit you harder than you expected. “That sounds… awful. I’m sorry.”

Thundercracker’s optics flickered toward you, a faint hint of surprise in his gaze. “Why would you care? You barely know me.”

“Maybe,” you said, your voice steady, “but I know what it’s like to feel alone. And I don’t think anyone deserves that.”

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—it was heavy, yes, but in a way that felt meaningful. The storm outside raged on, the wind howling through the cracks in the building, but it only seemed to draw the two of you closer together.

As the rain continued to fall, Thundercracker found himself speaking more than he usually would. He spoke not out of any expectation but because the quiet atmosphere of the abandoned building, combined with the soothing rhythm of the rain, made it feel easier to open up. He described the war, the battles that had shaped him, the unrelenting conflicts that seemed endless, the moments of betrayal, and the constant shifting of alliances.

His voice was steady, though calm, revealed the battle within him, a part of him still scarred by what had happened, by the choices he'd made, and the things he’d been forced to leave behind. He spoke of his trine, the bond that had once meant everything, and the cold emptiness that had replaced it. The storm outside seemed to mirror his words—violent, unpredictable, a reflection of the chaos he had known.

You listen quietly and attentively. When he finished, you swallowed, uncertain of what to say. Hesitating for a moment. "That was... a lot," you said quietly, meeting his optics. "I had no idea."

Thundercracker didn't respond immediately, his optics dimming slightly as he looked away, as though he had realized he'd revealed so much. Then, he did something you hadn't expected—he shifted subtly, almost as though instinctively, leaning toward you as the storm outside unleashed a particularly loud thunderclap. His arm came up slightly, a protective gesture, not as if he thought you were in immediate danger, but as if he wanted to shield you from the sound. The thunder was deafening, but Thundercracker's reaction was softer, more human than you anticipated. His optics flickered, and his voice was quieter, almost apologetic.

"Didn't mean to... bring that all up," he muttered, though his body remained tense, alert. "The war, the past... it’s hard not to think about it when everything goes quiet."

You blink slowly, still trying to process everything. "Thank you" the words escaped your lips even quieter than a whisper.

"What?" He tilted his head slightly in confusion, optics focused on you.

"Thank you, Thundercracker," you said softly, your voice a little shaky. "For... protecting me. "

Thundercracker looked at you for a moment, his optics flickering, but the faintest hint of a smile crossed his lips. " You're welcome. It's not really a threat anyway."

The movie had long since ended, but neither of you seemed to notice. The storm began to quiet, the rain tapering off into a gentle drizzle, and the room felt warmer somehow, despite the lingering chill.

When it was time for you to leave, you gathered your things, pausing at the doorway before stepping out into the damp, cool night. The rain had subsided slightly, but the air still carried a weight, a lingering sense of the storm's power. You hesitated, feeling an unfamiliar tug in your chest as you turned back to look at him. "I’ll be back," you said, your voice quieter than you intended, meeting his gaze. "If that’s okay."

Thundercracker’s response came in the form of a small, almost reluctant nod. “It’s… okay.”

As you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back, catching one last glimpse of him watching you go. There was something in his expression that stayed with you—a quiet gratitude, a flicker of hope. For the first time in a long while, you felt like you’d made a real connection. And judging by the way his optics lingered on you as you disappeared into the night, you weren’t the only one.

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[lovingbini]

beautiful coincidences

seok matthew x female!reader | meet cute | fluff, suggestive, slight making out a/n: i believe y'all know exactly what visual of matthew i'm talking about, right? right? *** you and matthew met at a clothing store when you reached for the same jacket. what happened was what one knows of interest at first sight. eyebrows raised, you waited for him to let go – well, he didn’t.

“alright, give me a reason why i should let you get it,” he said, a smile on his face.

“i can give you two, actually,” you dared. “first of all, i have something this weekend that demands this jacket. second, it will look better on me, respectfully.”

matthew gasped, but the smile never left his beautiful features. he took it as a green light to take a good look on your body, making your eyes slightly pop with such audacity.

“right, i admit you’re gorgeous and have a good styling. but it’s actually my birthday this saturday…” he pouted. “you wouldn’t ruin that by leaving with my favorite jacket, would you?”

you had to laugh.

“that’s funny, ‘cause the something i have this weekend is precisely my birthday party.”

“okay, no need to clown me!”

“i’m not! i’ve been planning this outfit for a while, but just got the money for it yesterday.”

matthew bites his lower lip, contemplating. you have a basket from the store with more clothes, which he acknowledges they match the jacket both of you are still holding.

“maybe we could celebrate together after our parties, what do you think? i could use an apology for making me so so sad.”

you smile once again, unable to resist the charms of the man in front of you.

“yeah, poor sad man, what’s your name again?”

“matthew, yours?”

“i’m y/n. now maybe you should give me your number and i’ll analyze your proposal ‘till saturday, is that alright?”

“perfect for me.” he grins.

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the bar downtown had lounges on the third floor with a view of the city. you rented one of the spaces to spend the night with your loved ones with no worries. it worked so well that your friends were already planning the next events to be in that same room. the place had a glass wall that allowed you to watch the hallway to be aware of anything that was happening outside.

that’s when you saw him.

matthew was standing on the other side of the building – a cup in his hand, hair slicked back and a jacket that looked exactly like yours. he was talking to what seemed to be his funniest friend; his beautiful smile was out for the world to witness, for you to remember how you didn’t text him at all.

it wasn’t on purpose, really. you just got busy with the preparations and ended up leaving it for later – a later that didn’t come.

sensing he’s being watched, matthew looks around and finds you on the other end. tilting his head to the side, his smile changes. he cheers on you with his almost empty glass, you return the action and sign him to meet you in the hallway.

“well, look who wasn’t lying,” he teases while getting closer. “somehow, i don’t see you wearing that so very demanded jacket…”

you hold a smile.

“it was getting kinda hot in there, but i can put it back if you prefer.”

“oh, no, i wouldn’t tell you to do anything you don’t want to. but i can’t lie and say i don’t enjoy this view even more.” there he goes again, scanning you up and down.

“sorry i didn’t text you, things became pretty hectic the last couple days.”

“nah, it’s fine. guess we can seize the moment right now. keep that communication going with no rush this time.”

and you do. the hours pass while you talk about trivial stuff, making sure to be interested in every aspect of each others lives. matthew’s not only handsome and charismatic, he's also part of the production team from a company you know very well — you were invited to work with them for a promotion but the schedules didn't match after all. what did match, though, was the both of you.

the way you laughed in sync, the way you looked at each other with so much attention and curiosity, the way the slightest touches made you two waver. you wish you would've met sooner, but on the other hand, getting to know each other in a place full of people who cherished you and knew how to have fun— oh, that was perfect.

later, when matthew found a more private space to enjoy your presence, you found yourself pretty comfortable on his lap. his kisses were addicting, his hands pressed your curves in ways you could just imagine. first, he was very attentive of your reactions, second, you were the most obvious woman on earth. nevertheless, it was working, matthew’s smoking hot and eager to show his every move. through the few sane thoughts still roaming in your mind, you couldn’t stop the willingness of taking him back home with you.

“wait, i need to pee,” you say, suddenly.

“like in a kinky way, or something?”

“no, what the hell!”

you burst out laughing and hide your face in his neck. matthew pats you in the back, waiting for a real answer.

“i’m serious. i kind of grinded on you in a way that hurt a bit, so it reminded me i’m here kissing you for a long time now.”

“okay, so go relieve yourself and i’ll be right here, waiting to be grinded on for another long time.”

you kiss him again, biting his lower lip as a punishment, but of course he moaned.

“you’ll be a nightmare to handle, matthew.”

“glad to know we have plans together for the next couple days.”

[bearforcecaptions]

The spell worked, sort of, but not how I wanted. I did have the body of my dreams – I was Garrett now, but I didn’t realize the catch was that I wouldn’t be able to control what I’m doing unless I’m totally alone. And Garrett, or, me, I guess – I’m nearly never alone! The frat house pretty much always has someone in it, and I’m super popular, too. I thought being Garrett would be fun and easy, but stuck like this, it’s torture!

I figured out the ritual from this old book I found at that occult shop downtown, thinking it would be a quick way out of my boring life and into something… well, something way more interesting. Garrett had it all, or so I thought. Girls loved him, he was in the best shape, and everyone wanted to be his friend. But nobody told me about this weird restriction, or maybe I just didn’t read that part carefully enough. I guess the idea was I’d “experience” Garrett’s life, but it’s like watching a movie, except I’m the star and I can only move on my own terms when no one else is around.

And god, my roommate, he’s actually so stupid. When I can’t control my actions, we bro out all the time, but he’s so vapid. I guess I’m not much better, but it’s actually infuriating. You’d think we could have a conversation that’s not about girls, parties, sports, or video games. But no, every time he starts talking, it’s like Garrett’s body just falls right into the rhythm of it, responding automatically. I tried fighting it at first, but it’s like this autopilot takes over, and I’m just... stuck.

I’ve been scouring the room whenever I get a chance to control things, like right now, looking for any sign or clue on how to undo this. There has to be something I missed. I rummaged through his messy closet, which is packed with clothes, gym stuff, and random junk, none of it useful. The guy keeps his stuff in total chaos, and I feel weirdly exposed, like I’m actually pawing through my own things.

Shit, no, is that the door jangling? I thought I would have a couple of hours to try and figure out how to fix this. Who the hell knows when I’ll get another chan-

Fuuck, bro. Why’s my roomie home early? Thought he went to his ‘rents for the weekend. I was just about to jerk one out too. Ah well, maybe he’ll be down for some Call of Duty or something. I could use a beer.

“Yo, dude, what’s up? You back already?” I say, grinning like an idiot as I lean against the door frame, flexing a bit without even realizing it. Dude probably thinks I’m just chillin’, but nah, I’m feelin' like a boss.

He laughs, dropping his bag by the door and shrugging. “Yeah, man, got bored at home. Figured I’d head back early. Parents were driving me nuts.”

“Oh, for sure, dude,” I nod, grabbing a can of beer from the mini-fridge by my bed. “Parents, am I right? They just don’t get it, bro.” I crack it open, chugging half of it in one go, feeling the cool rush. Damn, that’s good.

He slaps my shoulder, laughing. “Dude, I swear, it’s like every time I go back, it’s the same speech about responsibility and blah blah blah. Like, whatever, right?”

“Oh, totally, man,” I laugh, shrugging it off. “Why they gotta be like that, y’know? We’re just out here living, they don’t get it.” I toss him a beer, feeling that chill vibe kickin’ in, like nothing in the world matters but just hanging with my bro. This is what it’s all about – no worries, no drama, just cold beers and good times.

“Bro, I’m feelin’ a COD sesh,” I say, grabbing the controller off the couch. “You down?”

He grins. “Hell yeah, let’s wreck some noobs.”

We crash down on the couch, controllers in hand, beers in easy reach, and it’s like all the worries in the world just melt away. I’m trash-talkin’, throwin’ down taunts, and we’re both laughing so hard my sides hurt. I don’t even remember the last time I felt this alive.

“You’re so bad, dude,” I laugh, jabbing him in the ribs as I get another kill. “How are you still this bad?”

“Shut up, bro!” he shoves me back, laughing too, and I’m grinning like an idiot.

Fuck, life is good, I think, as I take a gulp of my beer. I got my bros, I got my beer, and I got my games. What more does a dude need? Life’s good.

[wonder-farm-hc]

Elliott headcanons!!

Just some general headcanons, cw for mentions of homophobia

The post was a bit long, so I ended up putting a "read more" banner, but nothing explicit is mentioned!

Requests are open!

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❤️ He struggled many years with a speech stutter, but eventually was determined enough to overcome it (he practiced, a lot, in his mirror)

❤️He’s an only child, and up until middle school he was homeschooled. For this reason, he was always a bit more awkward than other kids, never made friends easily

❤️ Although part of why he didn’t make friends easily was because he was always true to himself: he had a fancier style than most, he liked to play piano and write, stuff that many of his peers didn’t find interesting or fascinating. That said, he never tried to fit into the mold, preferring to remain true to himself rather than dulling his lifestyle

❤️ As he lives on the beach, he observes the small creatures such as crabs, starfish and others. He often ends up chatting with Willy over the local sea population, and they’ve become somewhat good friends

❤️ When he arrived in the valley, the first person he bonded with was Leah: they bonded over being artists (although very different ones) and living alone in nature

❤️ They often have debates on art, philosophy, music: they prefer different things, with Elliott being less chaotic than Leah in his art, and tastes as well

❤️ He sometimes stays up until very very late. One time Willy (who was coming back from a night time fishing trip) spotted him awake at night. As Willy noticed the tension in Elliott’s speech and manners, he tried to be there for him, and the best way he could do that was to show him how to light the fireplace, in case he wanted some warth

❤️ He suffers from insomnia, that’s why he was up

❤️ Now, from time to time, Elliott lights it up when he can’t sleep. Not that it helps him sleep, but he find the crackling of the fire to be relaxing

❤️ Elliott and Shane, strangely enough, sometimes do get along. Elliott is one who, ideally, likes to provide for his loved ones and such, and that’s something that Shane understands very well (as he is protective towards Jas).

❤️ Plus, Elliott often spends time in the library, and therefore watches many lessons that Penny gives to Jas and Vincent (sometimes, he even helps Penny, or accompanies home the kids). Getting to know Jas automatically means to hear a lot about Shane, as he’s important to her

❤️ Elliott has refined tastes, that’s for sure, but he’s not squeamish as one may assume: quite the opposite

❤️ He realized he was queer later in life, when he got a crush for a friend of his. To this day, he’s not 100% confident in his queerness

❤️ He came out to Leah, one day while they were in her cabin. He simply whispered “I don’t think I’m straight” during a quiet moment, and she sensed his tension immediately

❤️ She helped him overcome a lot of the internalized homophobia he had (turns out kids joking about your interests being gay does leave a mark, even if you don’t notice it) and, ultimately, he decided to not put a label on himself

❤️ He likes the Hamilton musical, a lot (but it’s a secret)

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This was fun to write! Although Elliott isn't one of my favorites, he's very cool to write about, and explore as a character in general!

I hope you enjoyed my silly little writing thing :)

[breadlover64]

BINGQIU VS LIUSHEN/ANY OTHER SHIP WITH SQQ PART 1

BEWARE I HAVENT READ SVSSS IN A WHILE AND I MIGHT’VE MISSED SOME STUFF! Feel free to correct and give your opinions about this.

Theres gonna be two parts to this bc tumblr can’t take all my writing sooooo 😛

In the SVSSS fandom, I’ve noticed that compared to other mxtx’s novels, the mc gets shipped with half of the cast more often and is more widely accepted in the fandom compared to the tgcf and mdzs fandoms (if you ship Hualian or Wangxian with anyone, it will get you death threats, istg 😓). However, with Shen Qingqiu, while of course he gets shipped with his love interests, another really popular one is him with Liu Qingge and many other characters in the novel. I do think this also has to do with the fact that the fandom is more chill than the other two fandoms. Shen Qingqiu in general is just VERY shippable. But why? Why do some people like liushen more than bingqiu? Obviously, I know this is simply a preference, but why do people prefer it more than the canon couple? Well, I have some speculations. First, while I love Bingqiu, I can admit that their relationship is not for everyone; even for me, they’re my least favorite main couple of the three (it's just my opinion, DONT ATTACK ME🙏) because their dynamic can be seen as somewhat toxic. Luo Binghe is very obsessive and kind of yandare like in the novel, and yes, he does have character development and regrets his actions and never really wanted to hurt Shen Qingqiu. I personally don’t feel like we see as much of this development until the very end. At least for me, I feel like we should’ve spent more time with a changed Luo Binghe, and I KNOW he was influenced by Xi Mo. I still didn’t feel completely satisfied with the Luo Binghe arc. I do think we see more of his development in the extras, which is what made me like Bingqiu a lot more, but I just wish we could’ve seen this in the main story instead of optional extras because I think the extras really show Luo Binghe’s growth and his love for Shen Qingqiu in a healthier way. I am aware this boy is very mentally ill. While I’m not a writer, as a reader, I think mxtx could’ve done more for him because he can end up more dislikable for some people and just less appealing of a love interest. I personally LOVE Luo Binghe and how chaotic he is, but again, that is not for everyone, so I can definitely see why some people don’t like him as much. With Shen Qingqiu, this is a bit different. I felt that by the end of the novel he had massive progress and huge development for his character; even if he still has his flaws, you can really tell he has changed and grown throughout the story, but he’s still himself if that makes sense. I felt wayyy more satisfied with his arc than Luo Binghe's; however, I will say that Shen Qingqiu has this sort of shame. While I wouldn’t necessarily call it internalized homophobia, he does have this sort of stigma towards gay people and him being gay himself. And while it can be funny, if you really think about it, even by the end of the novel and in the extras he still has this shame of sleeping with Binghe and showing basic affection, but I won’t really criticize this much because he does improve in this a lot by the extras. By that point, it really feels more like shyness than the shame he felt at the beginning when he first discovered Luo Binghe's feelings. So I will argue that Shen Qingqiu arc is pretty well done and concluded by the end of the book; at least to me, it really did feel like he changed. Okay, so the second reason is because Bingqiu got together when they were both still ‘not at their best’. What do I mean by this? Well in tgcf Xie lian had to endure a lot of torture and experience several traumatic situations and almost released face disease and killed a bunch of people with it. He was clearly very mentally unwell! And for Hua Cheng, he also went through a lot of trauma with his mom dying when he was young and the abuse he went through from his father and the kids who made fun of him to the point where he wanted to end his life, and then later he became a ghost with his parasocial attachment to a god. We see these characters at their worst, but when they get together, they are already 800+ years old and have lived a long life and matured and learned from their experiences.

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

Anybody else get into really weird hobbies on YouTube?

And I’m not really talking about “oh my god. What is this?” I’m talking stuff you usually wouldn’t associate with yourself.

Recently it’s been fresh water fishing, (which I used to do when I was little. But still)

And I’ve just recently gotten back into magnet fishing, road repair, and storm chasing. At least I used to be huge into magnate fishing when I was 10, but the others are out of pocket.

[tabithatwo]

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(this is a pls stop blaming juliette lewis for nat’s arc and death post <3)

[looney-mooney-studio]

Been playing a lot of Cult of the Lamb lately, here’s an art of my in-game polyamorous genderfucky Butch Wife, Witness Bathin 💜

[j-esbian]

i lost the post but i saw someone talking about how some of y’all act like being weird is a choice and like. YEAHHHHHHH.

that’s fine, it might be for you. but i just live like this and don’t know any other way. like yeah i’ve worked customer service, i can do innocuous small talk, but anything beyond that, i don’t understand what i’m missing. and it’s frustrating to see the tonal disconnect especially from people who are like “uwu embrace weirdness!!” where they’re like. dressing quirky and talking about bugs and listening to obscure music and eschewing small talk to ask Deep Questions on the first date and unlearning their tendency to not infodump. and generally have an idea of what Weirdness is supposed to look like. idk man some of us wake up and get out of bed and can’t figure out why the rest of their coworkers chitchat with each other but when they join the conversation it dies.

weirdness is value neutral. let’s stop trying to turn it into a badge because quite frankly, it’s not a choice for everyone. it’s fucking exhausting to never be on the same wavelength as other people and they’re going to react the way they do and label you the way they will without any conscious actions on your end. it’s difficult to talk about this without feeling like you’ll be dismissed as immature, a teenager whining “no one understands me” but the thing is. sometimes you don’t grow out of feeling alone and different, and there’s no good way to talk about it without feeling like people will think you’re just fishing for pity.

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[herbofgraceandpeace]

😅

[sea-jello]

errm uhh augh how have you guys been long time no see. annotated young morro design be upon ye

without the bg cause you can see the sequins better with the bg but you can also see the words better without the bg

[luke-shywalker]

This week I’m prolly gonna be writing a fic every day and every single one is gonna be about Ben Solo with eye surgery

[no1ryomafan]

I have said this before but me being self proclaimed number 1 Ryoma fan and that being possibly literal-bc even if this bro had fans before me I might’ve simply done the most for him by talking about him so much + being the first to write fics that are in depth studies on his trauma across canons-I gotta say if there’s one other character I rotate a lot that isn’t him it’s probably Kei. (Shocking it’s not Hayato even if I do think about him too- but it’s usually associated with Ryoma bc gays 🗿)

I’m not even exaggerating when I say Kei would be my favorite and only isn’t because she doesn’t exist in many other canons yet my brain rotates the endless possibilities of how to incorporate her. I’ve already written a fic where she’s in shin vs neo verse which worked surprisingly well but I’ve been thinking how universally she could appear in other things. (Whether it be fitting her into a idea of a possible Go team in New or just a new canon completely) I think what I’ve narrow it down to is that she could be like- in Michirus role? Like she’s the supporting female who isn’t a pilot but helps out the real occasionally which I think would align very well especially with the original manga role she has of being Hayato’s assistant. And even if Hayato isn’t grandpa mode yet he still very much is in Saotomes position at that point. Not sure if she’d Hayato’s biological kid to further parallel Saotome and Michiru given well Hayato already adopts the Go team and his wife is irrelevant LOL.

I have no idea if I’ll ever write this specific idea but I’m still- rotating it cause this is such a easy way to get around “picking between Sho or Kei as the 2nd pilot” since both of them can still exist even if one doesn’t get to pilot, idm my supporting females. (Granted there could always be like- plot line where Sho gets hurt so Kei is temporary pilot but I can’t remember if Getter ever really did this since “once your hurt your ass is basically replaced” lol)