#I don’t know what to do with this much freedom!!’

[never-quite-buried]

Nope now it’s at the point that i’m shocked that people off tt don’t know what’s going down. I have no reach but i’ll sum it up anyway.

SCOTUS is hearing on the constitutionality of the ban as tiktok and creators are arguing that it is a violation of our first amendment rights to free speech, freedom of the press and freedom to assemble.

SCOTUS: tiktok bad, big security concern because china bad!

Tiktok lawyers: if china is such a concern why are you singling us out? Why not SHEIN or temu which collect far more information and are less transparent with their users?

SCOTUS (out loud): well you see we don’t like how users are communicating with each other, it’s making them more anti-american and china could disseminate pro china propaganda (get it? They literally said they do not like how we Speak or how we Assemble. Independent journalists reach their audience on tt meaning they have Press they want to suppress)

Tiktok users: this is fucking bullshit i don’t want to lose this community what should we do? We don’t want to go to meta or x because they both lobbied congress to ban tiktok (free market capitalism amirite? Paying off your local congressmen to suppress the competition is totally what the free market is about) but nothing else is like TikTok

A few users: what about xiaohongshu? It’s the Chinese version of tiktok (not quite, douyin is the chinese tiktok but it’s primarily for younger users so xiaohongshu was chosen)

16 hours later:

Tiktok as a community has chosen to collectively migrate TO a chinese owned app that is purely in Chinese out of utter spite and contempt for meta/x and the gov that is backing them.

My fyp is a mix of “i would rather mail memes to my friends than ever return to instagram reels” and “i will xerox my data to xi jinping myself i do not care i share my ss# with 5 other people anyway” and “im just getting ready for my day with my chinese made coffee maker and my Chinese made blowdryer and my chinese made clothing and listening to a podcast on my chinese made phone and get in my car running on chinese manufactured microchips but logging into a chinese social media? Too much for our gov!” etc.

So the government was scared that tiktok was creating a sense of class consciousness and tried to kill it but by doing so they sent us all to xiaohongshu. And now? Oh it’s adorable seeing this gov-manufactured divide be crossed in such a way.

This is adorable and so not what they were expecting. Im sure they were expecting a reluctant return to reels and shorts to fill the void but tiktokers said fuck that, we will forge connections across the world. Who you tell me is my enemy i will make my friend. That’s pretty damn cool.

[revelboo]

I thought I loved Transformers but because of you and your writing I realized I am in hopeless servitude to SO MANY OF THESE MECHS. 😩😩 I used to only pine for Bee and the twins but SHIT YOU GOT ME BARKING FOR EVERYONE NOW. I shan’t forgive you for this!!

I regret nothing! 😀

Everything Is Alright Pt 109

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Relaxing into his warm frame, you let the feel of his palm sliding against your spine lull you and rest your cheek against him, feeling his spark thrumming under you as familiar as your own heartbeat. Listening to him describe the cities of his world, and hearing the wistful longing in his voice, leaves a bitter ache inside you. He misses his home and it’s something you can’t even begin to understand when he’s told you his world was devastated by their war. That there’s no going home for him or any of them. Eyes closing as his servos of his other hand slide against the back of yours, you look up at him. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.

• Venting softly to stir your hair, he looks down at you in surprise. And it is what it is, but that you’re unhappy because he’s unhappy about a world you’ve never even seen means so much. Shifting his plating, there’s a flicker of guilt as his spark snares you and you startle against him. But you don’t resist as he wraps himself around you and that delicate spark he can only just sense. Offering you images of Iacon’s skyline, the exhilaration and freedom of flight. Watching you drift through his memories, feeling your joy sparking through him as he follows you. Circling and studying that inconsistent, gossamer thin shadow of an incomplete bond clinging to your light. We could go flying, he offers, stalling because he knows you’re going to be upset with him for this. Won’t want to understand it’s necessary at first, but you’ll forgive him. You always do. You have to.

• Reaching for a new memory when he offers it, your breath catches as a different alien city glitters beneath you, seen from the air the way he’d seen it. Turning to find him, he engulfs you and it’s not like when you’d been tangled in him before, both of you swimming through each other. You’re caged in his light, overwhelmed and unable to move or think. Confused, but aware of him tearing at you. Destroying something that’s yours, not his. Something he has no right to and you feel the loss jolt through you flinging yourself from him as soon as he releases you. Physical body jerking to get free, to break that contact as he reaches after you. And the connection stretches and snaps, his servos catching your upper arm when you slide half out of his lap. “What did you do?” Can’t breathe, shaking with that awful, wrenching wrongness and it hurts.

• “Our spark is fine,” he soothes, unsettled as you cringe away when he tries to pull you to him. Like you’re afraid of him. Closing his plating, he drags you back to him, hooking an arm around you to keep you there as you splay a hand against him, upset and almost panicking, you’re breathing much quicker than he’s used to. Had it hurt? He’s doesn’t know, but hates the thought. That twists guiltily through him as he curls himself tighter around you. Hadn’t wanted it to hurt, but he had to do it. Had to sever Soundwave’s claim to you. “It’s alright. It’s over.” His own spark aching unpleasantly, unsettled by your distress. You hadn’t known Soundwave that long, not really. Sliding his servos up your spine, his wings droop slightly. “I’m here.” And he’s all you need, because you’re all he needs. Even if you can’t see that he had to sever that leash. Can’t let Soundwave or anyone else control you or him.

• Staggering and nearly dropping the stack of data pads in his hands, it feels like being blindsided. Like when he’d lost the feel of you in his mind, but he can still sense your emotions and you’re upset. Not just upset, hurting. And he can’t sense his bond, the loss almost crippling. Denta clenching behind his mask, his head turns as Megatron looks up in surprise, chin propped on a fist. Aware of the furious sound he’s making, as he storms off the bridge and through the halls. And he’s going to strangle that self-obsessed, paranoid idiot.

• Aware that whatever upset Soundwave is something he probably doesn’t want to be involved in, Megatron is still tempted to go see the fallout. To see what’s made Soundwave that furious. Venting tiredly, he debates following. Sure that he knows exactly where the communications officer is going and that this is somehow about Starscream. It always is.

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Might I recommend ‘Shit’s Gonna Be Ok’ by I Fight Dragons 🥲 I’m sorry, but really. It’ll be fine… Eventually.

[godhandler]

Ex-boyfriend Gojo who shows up at your house 5 years later. He looks a bit different now. 

|Souls are laid to rest after the death of the body. As for Gojo Satoru, his soul rests with you. In other words, your terrible ex-boyfriend is having way too much fun haunting you|

|satoru gojo x reader, fluff, lil bitty angst, gojo being gojo, 1400 words, desi-coded reader|

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Sometimes you wonder if you are a character trapped in a story. Ant in a glacier, you shout and kick but are ultimately powerless, swept along by a narrative you are but a puppet to. It’s nothing new, you’ve felt this way every day for the past almost 30 years; days that keep passing by while you remain where you were.

Your author could have written you a story where you’re a princess and the dashing knight falls in love with you. Or perhaps where you’re a powerful elf magician who conquers the universe. Hell, even a side character in Mob Psycho 100 gets a nicer life than you. 

It only follows that your author is bored and talentless and cruel, because why else would they torment you like this? Why else would the love of your life come back to haunt you?

“... hey, honeycheeks?” Satoru opens an eye. For the past few days since he appeared he’s taken to sleeping (or quietly hovering horizontally) on his side of the bed next to you. “Why are you still up?”

Lately it feels like everything you do is done through you, rather than by you. You have to do something, feel something, assert your freedom of action. Make you feel like a person again. 

You scream for a full 20 seconds before Satoru, aghast, claps a hand (that passes right through you) to your mouth, worried that the neighbours will start banging on the wall, a stray ‘shut the fuck up!’ wafting in through the window. You haven’t slept well since he got here, except, you know, when you passed out. If your current mental state is anything to go, he needs to get you to bed before you lose it completely. 

“No– get off– I have to–are you real, Satoru? Are you? Am I?” 

Satoru’s never been able to hide his thoughts from you, so you can see clear on his face the fear and worry about you. A tinge of pity too. You’re behaving so erratically, so unlike the calm rational lady he remembers you as, one who took all of life’s curveballs in stride. Has he hurt you that much? What does it say about the kind of person Satoru is if his reappearance hurts you more than his disappearance? 

The ghostly form is warm, warm as the sun’s heat on a winter day, and he opens his arms to call you to its warmest core– his heart. You lie back down, pulled into the bedsheets and you shock yourself when you reflexively pull the blankets over both your heads. Like you used to. Like you haven’t forgotten.

Satoru glows too. Gentle light of fireflies and starlight. All humans do, you remember reading in your physics textbook: all heat-emitting bodies emit light energy as well. Satoru is all soul and no body to bar the glow– he lights up your little cave under the blankets. 

“I’m real, my love.” 

Why does it wrap thorns around your insides? Why do the tears burn down your neck, refusing to obey your composure? Why are you losing your grip on everything?

“I’ve always imagined that you’d come back.” Your whispers slip out before you can help it. “You’d stand on the doorstep with a huge bouquet of red roses and chocolate-covered-strawberries. I’ll open the door, and be so shocked! I’d say, “So you think you can just buy me flowers and I’d forgive you?” and you’d get on your knees and beg me to take you back, or at least let you inside the house. Our house. Then I’d say, “Fine, but you have to leave after tea!” And you don’t. You just never leave. Ha ha–” your suddenly realise what you’re saying, though not enough to regret it. “– I know, it’s cliche, don’t tease me… But I knew you, Satoru. I knew it’d never happen; I knew that you were done with me for good.”

And after a full year, Satoru Gojo’s blueflame eyes wet again with the unbearable weight of the past. 

“But if I knew that you’d come back like this–” you bury your head into Satoru’s unruly cloud of hair. His fingers grasp you tight into his embrace, shoulders heave with every sob that wrecks through his body. He can’t look you in the eye. How could he? He’s done so much wrong, so much that cannot be fixed, left so much unfinished. “–I’d have wanted you to stay away.”

“You gave me some of my best memories.” He weeps. Ghost tears fall that do not wet your bosom. “Some of my best days in life. I– I came back– I couldn’t–” 

He chokes and waits for the uncontrollable hiccups to die down, a tic of his whenever he cries too hard. The first time it happened was when you pushed him down a slide he was a bit scared of, and he kept hiccuping and heaving until his distraught nanny took him to his pediatric doctor. He was 2 then. He would’ve been 29 now. 

His voice steadies enough to talk, chest still shaking as he cries. He can’t help it. He’s given up trying to. “I don’t know much, but this much I can figure out. I’m done for, I’ve passed away. I’m sorry, my love, I tried not to, but I died. I’m sorry. It was a fight and I couldn’t win this time. Don’t worry, it’s over now, my students defeated the terrorist, everyone’s safe, you’re safe, love. Everything will go back to how it was–”

“–it won’t,” you cry. “Not without you.”

“There’s no point mourning the dead, I was loved enough in my life. I mean,” he finally has the courage to look at you, allowing a watery smile. There’s tears even in his teeth. “I got to be loved by you. What more can I ask? And that’s what I figured out, I think. Tell me, love, what do you see when you look at me? What am I wearing?”

“Huh? You look just like the day you left. 5 years ago.” 

“Am I jacked like Musclemon?”

You can’t help but laugh. “No, silly, you look exactly like the day you left. Tall lean muscles, sure, but I won’t call you Musclemon. The chocolate bear hoodie you were wearing, grey sweatpants, the blindfold I gave you.” 

The last one was specially hand-made by you. You had to call in a favour from your blacksmithing friends to create a light-weight lead composite shield, which you then tailored foam and padding to create the most opaque blindfold possible. To help him sleep better at night.   

“That’s now how others see me.”

“Others can see you? Who's ‘others’?”

“No, no, not everyone. Just some people I couldn’t say goodbye to. Get closure properly, you know. As far as I can tell, it’s Suguru, Shoko, the children. They all saw me as how they remembered me.” He said. He’s always loved to explain, despite the fact that he’s crying right now. “I don’t know if this happens to everyone or just me, but at the time of death, your soul goes to wherever they find comfort. Mine was split into a few separate pieces, but those parts are done. I talked enough to everyone, bothered them till they told me to go, ha-ha… Suguru’s waiting for me to leave with him.”

“Suguru’s soul?”

“Yes.”

“Leave where? When?”

“I don’t mind, I’ll go wherever he takes me, I trust him. And I’ll go when you tell me to. When you’re done with me.” He whispers. Secrets beyond the grave that he entrusts with you. “But if you keep me with you, if you don’t tell me to leave, I never will. Not this time.”

You must be imagining it, but Satoru seems to get heavier, even though all he is is a ball of cloud. Almost like he was actually lying tangled with you. Must be your imagination. 

Clearly, neither of you are doing very well, or at least well enough to trust your senses. Come tomorrow morning, the barriers will come up again, the awkwardness of proper social conduct seeping through with the sunlight, childish words will go unsaid. 

“I loved you, Satoru. I love you.” It’s the truth, no point in hiding it. It’s destiny beyond himself that his soul came to you. “But more than that I miss you.”

Maybe if you prayed very, very hard, you could convince your author to write you a better story. 

a/n: reader also sees gojo with the engagement band on his finger she just can't get herself to say it out loud

gojo sees himself as nothing eslse but two glowing blue eyes

geto saw gojo as the 17 year old student he left him as. just to clarify, gojo's soul was "split" or in better words, different versions of his souls talked to his loved ones after his death and those versions have found peace and moved on. since geto is the only one dead in that line-up, in a way, he's waited for a year for him to die and join him. geto was prepared to wait as long as he needed to (he hoped that it would be long). reader's version is the only one that's left unresolved. do you think gojo wants to be resolved/freed?

[unknownogre]

They say it’s for the betterment of the world. That I’m not a prisoner…that I’m free to wonder in between moments of recovery. Still…this hospital is a prison and I am the most important patient. I am the perfect match for everyone on the planet. My blood, my organs…not a single body will reject them. I’m kept here by the Hero’s league. This is my ‘post’ after registration and trying to do good to help the world, I don’t know what I was thinking.

Do I make money? Not enough. I’m told it is my duty to give and as a member of the Hero’s League that I’m doing my part so wealth shouldn’t be a deciding factor. I’m also blessed with an insane healing factor. They can pull organs out of me once a day as long as they are careful about which ones. If it is the heart, I need a few days to recover. I can’t work out because no matter what the organs are new when they regrow. So even if my arms are stronger, my lungs are new, my heart…its new. I can’t train them to work more efficiently, I can’t get stronger. I suppose that is their plan.

I don’t pick, its congress, house reps…politicians that affect laws that govern how the Hero’s League work. Hell my organs are in the founding members as well. Entire medicine lines have been developed on my blood alone. I’d be worth billions if I held any control over my parts. I’m just worth thousands not that I even get to spend that much. No vacations, no time off…no rest.

…I want to feel better about this. I hate it. If I don’t make money from this, then I’d rather be helping the poor and children. I’m not though. I’m helping fund the League and their greed. Why give me what I’m due when they can just lock me away.

…I want out…I WANT OUT! I WANT OUT!

Then there was a faint explosion…well the first one was faint. The subsequent ones got louder…and closer until the floor shook. I could see smoke billowing from the side of the hospital. I’d was worried for a second but then I realized that the only people here are rich politicians and their families. I can’t be bothered to care anymore. I was just standing by my window, looking upon a city I was ‘saving’ but couldn’t live amongst. If I’m lucky the building will do so much damage to my body I’ll be allowed the sweet release of death…but I doubt I’ll be that lucky.

I could hear fighting in the hall, yes they had guards around me all the time. Said it was for my safety but it has been ten years and no one tried to attack me once…so I was convinced they were put there to make sure I didn’t run. How dare I dream of living on my own right?

I’m curious now as I take a position opposite the door. I wonder what is going on. I know nothing. I don’t have news, or social media…I’m a phantom in this city. A mere whisper of a legend that no one is sure exists. Civil war in the Hero’s League? Random attack on a politician here and I’m to be taken hostage so they can get their freedom? I have no idea. I don’t care really.

“This is the room…he has to be here!”

It was an alto feminine presenting voice. Rather lovely if you ask me. I hate the nurses here, they keep sending in ones they think are ‘pretty’ so I bond with them and want to be more compliant, but their eyes are all the same…distant. They were acting, all of them were acting. No one wants one sided love…I took what I could get but I knew it was empty. I wonder if Sarah survived the initial assault? The door was ripped off the hinged and there was a woman standing nearly seven feet tall with arms and legs like tree trunks covered in Kevlar body armor. She looked DOPE. She stepped aside though and a pair came past her. A man and a woman with themes of purple black and blue in their ‘armor’. The woman floated surrounded by a purple energy and the man had a million different blades all over his body.

“We’d like you to come with us. We are From The Dark League.”

I sighed and just grabbed a water bottle and opened it looking to them. The large woman was looking nervous and the man with the blades looked impatient but the magical woman looked calm.

“Why? Is going with you better than staying here. This cage is gilded ya know?”

I took a sip and the man looked me up and down and then turned away to stand with the large woman by the door. I wasn’t sure if they were a couple or not, I guess just minions. Hell, I don’t know why I’m thinking about such things.

“Well, we know of you and your situation. We’d offer help. In exchange for harvesting your organs once a week, we’ll pay you obscene amounts of money and make sure you are safe. You’ll be under contract for a duration and once that duration is up you’ll be free to do as you choose. How does that sound?”

This woman, this wonderful Witchy woman just said perhaps the most wonderful words I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I was just about to agree too until the wall near where I stood was smashed to bits and the leader of the Hero’s League called Justice stood there in his suit of white and gold. He could fly, was immune to bullets and most physical damage and the only reason there was still crime was because he couldn’t be bothered to actually stop it anymore, I made him more money than he knew what to do with.

“Stop right there Morticia…you won’t take him and I’ll paint the sidewalk with your blood in order to keep him here.”

There was no more show huh? No kind of sympthay. I get it, he’ll kill to keep me here and I don’t know. I thought apathy was my existence, but there was something to be said for the show, the fake emotions. I could pretend that I was doing this for the right reasons, that I was helping. No! I was getting angry. I was a pawn for too long…and as Morticia fired off a few impotent blasts my heart started to hammer in my chest…

…what was this I was feeling. Aside from the pent up rage of a decade of torture and solitary confinement. I felt something from Justice. Something familiar…my eyes locked on him as he approached the increasingly desperate woman. Her minions came in but where brushed aside…no they were killed right away. Not yet, he was going to make an example out of her.

“NO!”

I shouted and held out my hand…Justice stopped cold. I could feel it. I held his heart. No…no it wasn’t his heart it was mine. I HELD HIS HEART IN MY HAND! It was mine, it would always be mine. Sure it adapted to be in his body…but it was mine. I don’t know when he had the surgery. I never knew who got what and when. Still he had a bit of me in him and I had control.

“You don’t get to keep me here anymore! I’m SO sick of this. I don’t care if I’m helping rich assholes stay alive longer than the gods want. LET THEM DIE! You don’t help children, you don’t help the poor which is what I SIGNED ON TO DO! YOU LINE YOUR POCKETS BECAUSE OE ME! I HATE IT! I HATE ALL OF IT! You know they offered me money, protection AND freedom. Not to lock me up and rip out organs from my body, which they very well could do. NO! These ‘villains’ are going to treat me better than the heroes ever have.”

Justice looked at me and for the first time anywhere I saw genuine fear in the so called hero’s face. I was drunk in that moment. I loved this. Do villains get to feel like this all the time? Or maybe the really powerful ones do.

“Please…don’t. I…I’ll give you more freedom okay. More money too…just…”

Why wasn’t this working for him. I had him under control for life…no not for life. Then he’d really lock me away, keeping me sedated for a long as possible. My body will adapt eventually to the drugs, but  then he’ll just rip out organs while I’m awake. I can see it behind the fear. The rage he has.

“Sorry my friend. I don’t think you have a better counteroffer.”

Then I closed my hand in a fist and instantly I saw blood come from his eyes and mouth and he just fell over to the side. I walked over to help the man with the knives get up and I dusted him off.

“Morticia, consider me under your protection and employ. I am going to ask for something right off the bat, if you don’t mind. I want a beer so bad I dream about them every night. Can we go get a drink somewhere? I’m not trying to hit on you but something tells me you are wonderful company.”

I offered her the crook of my arm so she could pull herself up to stand. I could see a whole range of emotions play across her face as she looked at the fallen hero just dead on the floor. I looked at him as well…oh I was giddy. I had suppressed myself so much that I couldn’t feel. Now just letting my emotions out I could feel so much power, I had so much control over so many politicians now.

“Or maybe I would like a better contract. I’d like to join the Shadow League. Seeing as now I have dirt on politicians, war lords, despots…so many people have a vital organ of mine in them. We’ll get so much money. Eventually they’ll all die but then we can burn that bridge when we come to it. Also we’ll need to workshop a name and costume for me. Who ever does yours I would love their number.”

Morticia just started to laugh at this completely improbably situation before her and she hoisted herself up using my elbow. She pulled me close just resting her other hand on my arm. She looked truly amused and happy with the outcome. The large woman patted me on the back smiling as well. I liked them already. These were my true heroes. My saviors that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to truly repay.

“I think…you’ll be a wonderful addition to the Shadow League. I think we are about to enter a new age of villainy, if I dare be so optimistic.”

The funny thing about villains. They don’t really want to do evil. They are beat and broken people rebelling against a system that hurt them. I will force change…and when I make them happy they’ll stop being ‘evil’. Most of them will anyway, some are just sick and twisted…and they’ll be put down. The reasonable ones though…gods I’m using evil to get so much good done in the world. A new age indeed.

“I think you should dare.” I offered her a smile. She had me floating at this point…this was so cool. GODS I can’t wait

You're a literal universal donor for a superpower, that even your organs are compatible. And right now, the villains have decided to hit the hospital.

[oppysbabydoll]

Could we get Autobot of your choice x human scenario where they overhear the human talking to a friend about their crush on said bot, then the bot acts weird around them in a flustered/cute way for the next couple of days while they try to figure out how THEY feel about the human? =]

OMGG YESS! this is soo cute! i love this <3 doing elita from tfone because the girls need more love in this franchise

elita (tfone) x reader

while tfone is a prequel to the cybertronian war, much less meeting humans, for the sake of this ask, let’s say she escapes with optimus to earth. there, as part of the autobots, it’s part of her duty to look after humans, to get along with them since they’re living on “their” planet. even though they have a war going on and they need to prioritize their own. but whatever (despite how she does sees optimus as a leader, she still is less optimistic about the world. between optimus and her, she makes the decision that best achieves her goals than what’s always morally right)

come you: her favorite human. she didn’t think she’d ever like humanity, serving as a reminder of the efforts they’re wasting instead of spending time back home fighting for freedom in cybertron. yet, somehow, you have invaded her spark </3 you typically watch elita’s training time and normally, she pays no mind, even though the novelty worn off. yet when you see her punching bags so hard they break, you ask what’s wrong. she snaps “you humans take advantage of us and our kindness. we shouldn’t have to do favors as refugees to recieve help just to go go home.”

she didnt stay to hear an answer, not wanting to be around a species she dislikes. a joor (month) later, she gets sent links. articles, newspapers, news outlets, all are calling out the government for in action. of denying aliens—refugees—a way to go home for the government’s military usage. days later, the government sets up a branch dedicated to fixing the autobots ship to go back home. when she finds you, she gives you a soft smile and mouths, “thank you.”

since then, while the two of you are busy as autobot and government worker, you guys make time for the other. the most common way is you taking time after work to watch her practice fighting. she always feel your gaze on her. sometimes she makes conversation while training. she knows you’re kind but… quiet. while you do talk when she asks, you always refuse to meet your optics and your faceplate becomes darker. it’s strange. she assumes it’s a weird organic thing until…

she finds out the reason why when you were having lunch with your coworker. unaware that elita was still in the building, you admit you like her. you admire her rationality, capabilties, and ability to take charge. you admire her strength and power. and while you’re too shy to say anything, you deeply appreciate your conversations. as you continue, your voice bleeds into the background while your initial words go through elita’s processor

you like her. out of all bots, you like her. while elita follows the autobot code, sometimes she can’t help but go back to the old cybertronian code, of bots worth being determined by their job. while she knows she’s a good leader, part of her can’t help but feel like the miner that was continuously devalued no matter what. part of her couldn’t help internalize it, no matter her best efforts. so the fact someone sees her and likes her is—well—!

she avoids you for a few days. makes herself busy with government duties, commanding autobots, other activities so you don’t see her. but no matter what she does she can’t get you out of her mind. she’s not able to recharge because her processor is so focused on you. she doesn’t even know you—not really. not outside of the kind gesture you did, that changed everything for the better. imagining the two of you conjunxed felt next to impossible—if humans could even do that

but. you took that risk, that energy, that effort, of helping her when she lashed out. and if she could do that then she can figure out how human courtship work. what they can be, if not conjunxed then… together. in each others sparks. when she sees you, she tries to remain cool and collected. but the smile you give almost melts her spark. and she can’t help the occasion static in her voice as she approaches you after training, nervousness creeping to her processor. even if you and her are both messy in your attempts to pursue the other, she looks forward getting to know you better. she’s opening her spark for you <3

[invisibleicewands]

Michael Sheen: ‘I have considered going into politics’

It would be a surprise to no one when Michael Sheen reveals that he has considered getting into politics.

Viewed as one of Wales’ most inspiring individuals, a firebrand speaker renowned for his political and social activism, many people have long tipped the Port Talbot-born star to head into the political sphere.

It’s something that Sheen himself admits he has at oft times thought about.

He has never been one afraid to discuss ‘political’ issues or make his voice heard at the Senedd or the Houses of Parliament.

He has variously made calls for discussions about Welsh independence, aired forthright views about the institution of the Prince of Wales title, showed support to a cross-party campaign of Plaid Cymru and Welsh Labour focused on devolving the Crown Estate to Wales and most recently called for a Fair Banking Act to help tackle the unaffordable credit crisis in the UK.

“It’s something that I have thought about for many years now,” he says. “Ultimately, I come back to the same thing, which is that I feel like I don’t want someone else to tell me, ‘Oh, no, you can’t vote for that’, it’s that I don’t want to be beholden to other people.

“I’ve got a freedom and a platform for what I believe in, and I don’t necessarily have to edit or censor that to toe some sort of party line for now. Now, I can see why that’s the case in politics and see why you need to be able to do that, but I feel like I’ve got more license and more ability to create the change I want to see by being independent.

“So whilst that remains, then I wouldn’t want to get involved. But you know that can always change.”

Speaking to Nation Cymru as he launched the Welsh National Theatre, described as ‘a new dawn for theatre in Wales’ with a vision to create world class work from the country, it was created as a result of the demise of National Theatre Wales, when the company’s funding from Arts Council of Wales was cut.

It’s yet another grand statement of intent from Sheen, who will be the theatre’s artistic director, using his own money to get the project off the ground.

Never one to trade in empty platitudes, his unyielding ambition and desire to showcase the best of Wales, has now manifested itself as he heads on a theatrical journey which he hopes will reverberate for generations to come.

“This is a new dawn for theatre in Wales.” he says. “We’ll be a home for our greatest talent, bringing them together to create ambitious theatre which makes our national story come alive. That’s what national theatres should do.

“Wales has such a rich storytelling history but our stories are underexplored in the English language, both at home and internationally. I’ve spent much of the past year on stage playing Aneurin Bevan in Tim Price’s ‘Nye’ to packed houses, both in and out of Wales. Audiences have a huge appetite for our stories if we give them the chance to experience them.

“Our plays and performances will tell the stories of Wales’ past, present and future, as well as classics seen through a Welsh lens. They’ll be produced on the grandest stages around the world, by world-class Welsh talents. We want truly ambitious writing from Welsh playwrights for the best actors in Wales, to be the pinnacle of our creative talent, raising the bar for excellence in entertainment.

“We want to help create a world where the stories of Wales help us make sense of tomorrow. Where the people of Wales understand their power to change society thanks to the spark of a performance on our stage. Where Wales is respected as a nation with a powerful voice and a story to tell.”

Since moving back to Wales more than a decade ago, Sheen has thrown himself into service to the people of the nation he loves, giving back to the ‘country who made me who I am’.

In 2019, he famously sold his own houses to fund the Homeless World Cup in Cardiff when its £2 million funding fell through at the last minute.

The Welshman has declared himself a ‘not-for-profit actor’ announcing that he would be giving all of his future earnings to his various charitable and community causes.

His altruism and philanthropy can be seen with such ventures as Mab Gwalia, a community organisation giving the underprivileged in Wales the opportunity to fulfil their potential and A Writing Chance, which gives new and aspiring writers from working-class and lower-income backgrounds resources and access to the writing industries.

Most recently it was revealed that the actor, who is a prominent campaigner on issues surrounding debt, had written off the personal debts of hundreds of people in South Wales.

He did not publicly announce the move, but fans discovered it when they spotted Facebook posts in local community groups from a television production company who are making a documentary about Sheen’s highlighting of the debt crisis in the UK.

The Good Omens actor, who gained glowing reviews for his performance as Aneurin Bevan in ‘Nye’ at the Wales Millennium Centre, describes his motivations simply as repaying a debt of gratitude to Wales.

If you want use historical metaphor he can be seen as a Welsh Atlas carrying the weight of a nation on his shoulders. Having done so much for so many for so long in Wales, he does however admit to feeling a pressure on himself to ensure these various ventures and pursuits are ultimately successful.

“I do, I do feel pressure, but I would feel a lot more pressure if I wasn’t doing anything about it when I knew I could,” he says.

“I know I would feel far more pressure if I was sitting there thinking, ‘well, I could do something about this, but I’m not going to, because I’m a bit scared or it might not work out , or what would people think, then I would feel a lot worse pressure. It’s good pressure and it also gets more than balanced out by the kind of joy of it and the feeling of being of service and contributing and using what I’ve got, what I’ve been given by this country.

“Everything I’ve got, everything I’m putting in, I wasn’t born with it. It was given to me by my parents, by my family, by my local community, by a local education authority when I was growing up, by all those people who volunteered to be part of youth theatre, all those people who give up their time to do all this stuff, I stand on their shoulders.

“So any pressure is completely balanced out by a feeling of the privilege to honour what those people gave me.”

No one should ever doubt Michael Sheen’s sincerity nor his humility. His fire is forged from a burning passion for a nation that he says has given him everything and made him the man he is today.

We are lucky to have him.

[ramshacklerumble]

Does Gia know how to tie those hand wraps for fighting? I’m just curious how much he knows about fighting pre-NRC and during the canon events

Also how along he gets with Malleus?

they don’t! they don’t really have any formal fighting experience prior coming to twisted wonderland. the thing is— they’re just fucking violent.

the type of violent that numbs them from succumbing to pain because all they want to do is hurt the other person so bad that they bulldoze through. so they do, at least in the beginning before they begin to properly spar and train with @tixdixl’s kingsley tyr, have pretty bad form when it comes to fighting, but they don’t care. they’ll get their licks in one way or another.

for the second question— in a nutshell, gia doesn’t mind malleus…until they do. they’re civil towards him, don’t really pay him much mind beyond his occasional visits to ramshackle and they have invited in for tea for the sake of being courteous. they even do the robot for him during the events of firelit sky. but they don’t have any strong feelings about him— that is until the events of book 7. when they are quite literally on the warpath.

gia takes the events of book 7 personally, everything they’ve busted their ass for has been snatched away from them in one fell swoop. the are in danger of losing their friends, their home, their freedom, their potential. they don’t care what malleus’ reasons were. they’re furious beyond words (not that they bother to share many), and all they can think about is the taste of roasted dragon. then you add in the fact that malleus seems to believe them to be much closer than gia has perceived them to be and honestly, they’re just all around insulted.

they’re not friends. they were never friends. if anything gia felt like malleus treats them more akin to a petting zoo animal than a friend. he didn’t even bother giving his name and while gia pretty quickly figured out who he was and just opted to keep calling him hornton— they took that as a buffer he set himself and they just never tried to get around it. he never gave them a reason to.

he did give them a reason to wanna kick his ass, though! which is the strongest emotion they’ve had for him so far.

i know once we get past his overblot, gia will let bygones be bygones for the most part, it’s just how they work— but i haven’t figured out if they actually do end up becoming friends or not. we’ll see.

and now while i know you didn’t ask this here, i did see your tag in the recent dragon roll post

:) the answer is the same reason gia doesn’t have a left arm

[bumblingbabooshka]

This is an interesting idea, and I don’t have anything to point blank to disprove it entirely, but I personally don’t see that as being likely with the evidence we’re given. 

To your point, T’Pring does say “There was also Stonn, who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him” - using the same language for what she would be to Spock were they married. She also says she will “have” Stonn in all scenarios and the word ‘have’ can imply ownership. 

T’Pol is also being forced into the wedding with Koss with the promise that Koss (his family) will reinstate T’Pol’s mother, who recently was fired from her job.

In both scenarios you might be able to argue that these power dynamics are genderless and just happen to come down with women being less powerful. Spock is from what must be THE most powerful family on Vulcan and would surely be matched with someone from another powerful family. (I also believe Sarek, a politician who wants Spock to be an example of Vulcan-Human Excellence, would arrange a marriage with a family of high import) T’Pring then assumes the position of the Powerful in her relationship with Stonn. 

With T’Pol and Koss, it’s obvious that he’s the one with power if his parents are able to reappoint T’Pol’s mother. Koss also states his father (a senior minister) has a large amount of influence, able to get T’Pol in contact with “the finest doctors in the province.”

However, I personally can’t see these examples being simply a case of who has the most power or influence because of how gendered the laws we see in place are. 

Regardless of the circumstances of the individuals, it seems clear to me for the reasons I outlined in my original post that women, not men, are the ones who do not have any guaranteed way to reject a man - making them always the subjugated. But again, that could just be the case in the examples we’re given, where the men happen to have more power than the women.

Delving deeper into the T’Pring example, this is the entirety of what she says:

“You have become much known among our people, Spock. Almost a legend. And as the years went by, I came to know that I did not want to be the consort of a legend. But by the laws of our people, I could only divorce you by the kal-if-fee. There was also Stonn, who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him. If your Captain were victor, he would not want me, and so I would have Stonn. If you were victor you would free me because I had dared to challenge, and again I would have Stonn. But if you did not free me, it would be the same. For you would be gone, and I would have your name and your property, and Stonn would still be there.”

Something here is notable to me but it’s in conjunction with something T’Pau says: “Thee are prepared to become the property of the victor?”

Combine this with T’Pring saying “If your Captain were victor, he would not want me, and so I would have Stonn.”

If Vulcan marriage law determined the Powerful and the Property by something like wealth, prestige or influence, T’Pring would surely be the powerful one when compared to Kirk - a Human (out worlder) captain who would have no accolades on Vulcan, who is indeed part of the Starfleet which Sarek and T’Pau seem to look down on. Surely an ostensibly high society woman like T’Pring would be the Powerful in that case and not have to worry about Kirk’s choice. However, she specifies that if he were the victor he wouldn’t want her - implying that HE would still have to be the one to reject her, that he’s still the one in power and her freedom is reliant on his wishes just as it would be if Spock were the victor.

This, in conjunction with T’Pau’s words (asking if T’Pring is prepared to "become the property of the victor”) tell me that all of this IS gendered. T’Pau notably says this before T’Pring chooses or indicates a champion. Because of that, when T’Pau says the line above, literally ANY man present might be her champion (there are no women present other than T’Pau and T’Pring). This means, essentially, that no matter WHO T’Pring chooses as her champion, she must be ready to become their property. We’ve established that T’Pring is likely from an extremely powerful family, perhaps even second only to Spock’s. Thus, it isn’t about power or prestige - it’s because she’s a woman who will become a wife and being a wife means becoming Property of a Husband in Vulcan society.

Personally, I interpret T’Pring’s use of the word ‘consort’ as a personal choice rather than it being a law/societal label. She’s the only one who uses the word (Spock uses ‘wife’ and T’Pau says ‘property’ or ‘woman’ - Stonn also says ‘woman’ <- These are all gendered) Perhaps T’Pring is placing herself in a position of power which her society does not afford her when finally able to speak with Spock one-on-one. However, she also emphasizes the mutuality of her and Stonn’s affection - which I think is also important.

She knew she did not want to be the consort of a legend and Stonn wanted (very much! < sorry but I personally just love ‘very much’…it’s so romantic to me) to be T’Pring’s consort AND she wanted him.

To delve even deeper, I think it’s interesting how this is phrased. “There was also Stonn, who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him.” T’Pring says that Stonn wanted to be her consort and she wanted Stonn - NOT that she wanted Stonn to be her consort. If you think about it that way, perhaps she’s even saying that she disagreed with his original proposal to act as less than an equal to her.

When she goes on to speak about the myriad of ways things could shake out (the multitude of men who might own her) she emphasizes that she would still have Stonn but in the end does she say “And Stonn would still be mine?” or some other equivalent? (for example, “But if you did not free me, it would be the same. For you would be gone, and I would have your name and your property, and Stonn.” <- counting him among the Things[™]) No. She says, “And Stonn would still be there.” I love the almost passive inevitability of that line. No matter what, Stonn will be there. Twice she verbally sets him apart from ‘consort’ or ‘possession’. “Stonn wanted to be my consort - and I wanted him.” and “If you were gone I’d have xyz - and Stonn would still be there.” 

I believe personally (though it’s up to individual interpretation of course) that T’Pring here is not saying that she will put herself into Spock’s lawful role of Powerful in her relationship with Stonn but is instead emphasizing their mutual desire to be together no matter what - whether she is trapped in a marriage with Spock, Kirk, whomever she ‘belongs’ to, Stonn will still be there and she will still want him there. Whether or not she can have her freedom, she will have Stonn. It’s the only factor she doesn’t ever have to worry about. Reassuring, almost soothing when faced with the reality of her status as Property to be won and possessed.

Anyway, all of that is why while it’s an interesting idea for the marriage Powerful/Property dynamic to be non-gendered, I personally don’t see that being the case and I don’t see T’Pring using the word ‘consort’ in relation to Stonn as being inconsistent with what I’ve said. To me it seems clearer the more I think about it (and I did have to think about it after reading those tags, I went back and thought and wrote and finally reached this conclusion!) that this is a Male/Female issue in Vulcan society given the examples provided for us the audience that I’ve seen.

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[fulgrims-big-naturals]

Necrontyr Soap Opera Type Shit

Summary: It's Nemesor Khatep's wedding day, and his Vargard, Senset, has feelings about it. (She's so down bad)

Warnings: Really uncomfortable sex happening whatever the writing equivalent of off screen is. Arranged marriage. Immense yearning.

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“So, today is the big day” Khatep declares adjusting his collar, “the grand union” he makes a grandiose gesture with his bejeweled hands and begins striding down the hallway. Senset follows close behind.

“Oh don’t be so glum, there’ll be pheasants. You love pheasants”

His Vargard nods in agreement.

“Now, I don’t know where you’d sit at the banquet though. On one hand, you are my Vargard, on the other my wife would be expecting to sit at my side,” Khatep muses. “Would my left be appropriate for her?”

Senset stays stone faced and quiet as usual.

“Well it would make sense, you are my right hand after all” Khatep continues

Senset nods again.

The two continue walking across the marble hall. The pillars are decorated with beads and buntings in celebration of the Nemesor’s wedding day. The dead are always given more thought than the living, but Khatep had insisted on pomp and a party, and if those were his wishes they would be granted.

The pair reached the hall where the ceremony and subsequent feast would be held. Little lights cascaded from the tall ceiling like stars.

“I do hope my bride is nice” Khatep muses, “she seemed nice, a bit shy but I’m sure she’ll warm up”

Senset walks with him around the long table, running a hand across the top. Though the table was a dark marble, and the benches were made to match, Senset had insisted her lord’s chair at the head be swapped for one with a lighter material. If there was an attack, he needed to be able to get up swiftly and push it away.

“What do you think she likes to read? Ah- and what was her name?” Khatep snaps his fingers trying to find the memory “Heteptah that’s it! She’d like reading wouldn’t she Senset? What kind of person doesn’t like to read?”

“I don’t know my lord” Senset replies, her voice barely a whisper. She counts the windows in her head. They were tall and unfortunately just wide enough for someone to fit through. Senset wishes she could be in a hundred bodies at once to stand guard at each one, but instead had to settle for hand picking the force.

“I guess now is my supposed last moment of freedom before I am wrapped up in my husbandly duties” Khatep muses, “you know, consummate this, unite the dynasties that. Not that I’d have any problems of course, I have it all under control.” He puffs his chest out proudly, reminding himself of his own stature and talents.

Senset nods agreeably. Being sure of her lord’s abilities, she is more concerned double checking the buttresses were still smooth and hadn’t suddenly sprouted ledges for potential assassins to perch in.

“Oh I could show her my war chariot. I’m sure she’d love it, it has turrets”

The Nemesor drifts off into silence. Occasionally punctuated by their footsteps and the clack of Senset’s spear on the stone floor.

“What if I make a fool of myself?” Khatep’s tone turns serious all of a sudden.

“In what way my lord?” Senset drops her inspecting to give her lord her full attention.

“You know, on the wedding night. What if I make a fool of myself in front of both families?”

“My lord you could do no such thing,”

“Her in-laws will be watching, what if she feels awkward and doesn’t make much noise? It will look like I cannot please her!”

Senset noticing her lord’s distress drops the mask of discipline and softens her expression. “My lord Khatep, your beauty rivals the stars’, and your strength and wit are beyond compare. Your bride could not find a better husband than you. The fools are the ones who doubt you.”

The Vargard’s golden eyes are filled with genuine admiration and devotion. Senset does not doubt a word she says and curses herself for not being able to think of more to say.

"Thank you, Senset" Khatep visibly relaxes as he settles back into his self assuredness, "I imagine you would want to stay outside for that yes?" Khatep asks.

"Of course my lord" Senset replies a bit too hastily. The thought of having to watch the consummation makes her insides twist. She doesn't want to think about it

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The wedding went off without a hitch. Senset had stayed by her lord’s side whilst guests poured into the hall, nodding at each of them as Khatep greeted them all with the appropriate charm and custom. She watched him put on his best smile and weave his fingers in with the bride as their union was blessed.

Khatep had flitted between guests. Receiving gifts and making compliments. His gaze kept snagging on Senset. The thousands of lights caught on her armour, dancing and twinkling when she moved in contrast to her impassive expression. Khatep thought she looked serene in a way, so focused on her duty. It was duty he thought of when he spoke his vows.

———————————————————— Senset stares at the tiled floor in front of Khatep's bedroom. She grips her spear harder, as if it will somehow block the sounds coming from the other room.

Aside from Khatep and Heteptah, there were another 5 people in the room. One was an oracle that would supposedly be able to tell the sex of the heir. The point for the witnesses was to make sure an heir could be conceived, and to testify against any cases made for an annulment.

"no don't look at them, here, look at me"

That's Khatep's voice, he's speaking softly with a slight rumble picking up in his chest, but Senset can tell he is nervous. She can always tell.

Senset hears a yelp next, followed by the ruffling of sheets and some groaning. She grips her spear even tighter, her jaw is clenched and her shoulders are tense and she is trying so hard to focus on anything else. Anything but Heteptah's nails leaving marks on her lord's back. Anything but how his hair would tickle her face when he leans in close. Anything but his hands gripping the sheets above her shoulders, his breath in her ear, his legs between hers.

"Are you done yet?" Hetepta's voice rings out past the door.

"i'm trying" Khatep huffs his reply.

Senet feel sick. How could this woman scorn her lord? She is blessed to be his wife, Khatep is stronger, smarter, and more handsome than any other suitor she could've possibly had, and she scorns him? Senset would never do such a thing, she would never treat her lord with anything but reverence.

Her throat feels tight hearing the grunting coming from the other room, and then finally a smatter of applause. It's done. Senset steadies her breathing and nods to the guests as they leave.

[theatrekidenergy]

I JUST FOUND OUT I CAN BIKE WITHOUT* PAIN!!!!! I JUST FOUND OUT I CAN BIKE WITHOUT PAIN!!!!!!! I NOW HAVE TWO PHYSICAL ACTIVITIES I CAN DO WITHOUT PAIN!!!!!!! I CAN BIKE WHEN IM NOT FIGURE SKATING!!!!!!! IM GENUINELY SOBBING RIGHT NOW THIS IS SUCH A MASSIVE THING FOR ME YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

* = check tags for explanation

[fearsomeandwrong]

omg thank u for tagging me again I love it!!

Even though some really weird stuff that can’t be explained have happened im definitely teem rational. i think we see the show from the girls’ pov (mainly shauna’s) so many stuff can be twisted because of the trauma they had witnessed. Also, i think they believed in a supernatural “power” in the wilderness, because they didn’t have faith in anything else. They were desperate to find a purpose. Just like people do when they’re struggling. As Taylor Swift said: “ desperate people find faith so now i pray to jesus too”

ahhhhhh i can’t decide about my favourite teens it’s either jackie or lottie. I love them both so much. my little misunderstood babies ��😭😭😭😭😭☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️😭☹️☹️. adult timeline (this is probably controversial) BUT it’s shauna and misty. adult misty is probably the funniest person in the world like go off queen! whatever u say i’ll agree! i fear she’s me when i grow up without the murdering of course😇 and shauna well do i REALLY need to explain. okay yeah she was an annoying mum but she’s been through so much i don’t know how people expect her to turn into a perfect mother figure after everything she has faced.

i mean the Yellowjackets soundtrack EATS (just like them) BUT i loved the fade into you scene and obviously the radiohead scene while they were eating jackie. however you can’t deny the scenes with jeff were😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 i love that man i don’t care. HE LITERALLY PLAYED FUCK THE POLICE IN FROMT OF THE POLICE STATION BECAUSE HIS WIFE WHO WAS A MURDERER WAS INSIDE. if this isn’t iconic idk what is. and also that scene when he played that song that said cut my life into pieces after going to that guys gallery😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM CRYING it’s so funny even thinking about i was laughing so hard during that scene

my favourite ship is BY FAR jackieshauna. it’s the most realistic one to me and i have already an essay about them in my notes they’re so tragic i could die about them. every. single. detail. i learn about them is so sad like they’re the saddest people on this earth. i have a soft spot for ships that end tragically 💔

so I don’t remember the episode numbers and everything (IM NOT A FAKE FAN I SWEAR) but my favourite episode is the one with jackie cannibalism scene. OBVIOUSLY. if someone told me to define art i would simply just show them this scene. my other fav is the one with Shauna’s birth. i was for about half an hour. whatever negative thought i had for shauna disappeared the second i watched this scene. “Me and you against the world” just kill me. just slaughter me already.

i would really like it for the antler queen to be nat. she’s the “purest” of them but she’s the queen. it just makes so much sense. she’s also the one that has had the worst healing process by far. i would also like if the antler queen will be a plot twist and someone we wouldn’t expect

i have so many scenes that i love. every jackieshauna staring session. lottie trying to make nat remember and then nat laying on her legs. jackie cannibalism scene. the girls dancing showing they’re still just kids. everything about this show is perfection

my personal theory is that they all go back to the wilderness and die at the end. they have realised they loved the freedom the wilderness gave them and start feeling like it’s their faith. this would be so so sad cause if someone bothers my baby shauna im gonna kill them but unfortunately i just have this feeling no one will make it out alive. they will go insane to the point there’s like 3,2,1 of them. the last one remaining will either live and try to have a normal life (i don’t think so) or die because they lost their purpose.

i have done numerous quizzes cause im obsessed with this stuff and the character that is most like me is lottie. she’s introverted, thoughtful, portrayed as weird and just gets me! she’s sensitive and empathetic and may seem cold to people that don’t know her that much. exactly the same as me im not able to say a word to people i don’t know well.

the craziest thing I’ve done for yellowajckets because now I’ve become insane and can’t leave without it

bonus!!!! well I’ve only stated my most controversial take on here and it’s about lottienat. i totally get why people would like them together but i think other lottie ships make more sense (lottieshauna) another controversial take is the fact that I like coach Ben and i think his acts are completely justified. i don’t get why people hate him so much like he just saw a group of teenage girls eat their teammate obviously he’s not going to be very normal about it?!?

thats itttt. omg i loved this so much and i loved ur opinions !

npt: @pinkcatsthatfly @pangaeaguilt @maddiethegoodwitch @nattylvr @natsboygirlfriend @shaunapolxgist @soapyjackets @soapylot @jackieshaunism @jaxieshauna @eaton-courtney @cassioo

Starting a Yellowjackets tag!

I want to get my mind off of things so: If you want, answer any or all of the questions below and tag 10 people (or however many you want) who also might want to share! I would love to see what you guys have to say!

1. Are you team Rational or Supernatural?

2. Who is your favorite teen timeline character? Favorite adult timeline character?

3. What is your favorite needledrop?

4. What is your favorite ship?

5. What is your favorite episode?

6. Who do you want the Antler Queen to be?

7. What is your favorite scene in the entire series?

8. A theory or prediction you have about Season 3?

9. Which character do you relate to the most, and why?

10. What is the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of Yellowjackets?

Bonus:

11. What’s your most controversial Yellowjackets take?

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Here’s mine!

1. I am mostly Team Rational because I love the way this show depicts trauma but I also love seeing the supernatural side of things through the survivors’ eyes if that makes sense.

2. Natalie in the teen timeline because I love her compassion and softness underneath the front she puts on. Lottie in the adult timeline because I love her internal battle with herself and how afraid she is of her own mind. Misty is a close second in the adult timeline!

3. “Cornflake Girl” playing while Nat sees the mossy tree for the first time, Callie seeing the Adam Martin driver’s license in the barbecue, and Shauna eating Jackie’s ear. It just goes so perfectly with everything that’s going on (especially the elevated piano while Nat and Travis are scaling the mountain and the lyrics while Shauna takes the bite!)

4. LottieNat is my favorite ship I can’t help it Nat and Lottie are my favorite characters so having them together is a dream (TaiVan, JackieShauna, and TravNat are up there, too).

5. 1x09 “Doomcoming” is just amazing and captures everything I love about Yellowjackets. I love when they let the girls go batshit crazy, hoping we get more Doomcoming vibes in S3.

6. I want the Antler Queen to be Natalie because that would show a true descent for her in the Wilderness from being the most morally grounded one to the leader of the group at their most unhinged and primal. But honestly I think that Shauna might be the AQ after all…

7. I think the Jackie-eating scene is the best in the entire show. The “Climbing Up the Walls” song choice, the bacchanal feast flashes as a way of coping with the horror of what they’re doing, seeing them go fully feral for the first time, it’s such a well crafted scene.

8. I know this probably won’t happen but I’m just going to throw it out there that Cabin Daughter is alive and she will be revealed to have been Javi’s “friend”!

9. I relate to Shauna the most because I also admittedly have a bit of an obsessive/intense personality and I, too, internalize my emotions to a very unhealthy degree sometimes. I also grew up being in love with my childhood best friend who is very, very much like Jackie (and now we have been dating for 7 years!)

10. Mine is a mix of going to a Yellowjackets panel and sitting like 5 feet from the showrunners, doing everything in my power to score early screening tickets to Heretic and Companion, and pretending I was sick so I could go home early from work the day that the S3 trailer came out.

11. The male characters on this show get too much hate🫢 I like Travis, Jeff, Kevyn, and Walter (even though his introduction and storyline are rushed and forced). I don’t like them more than the female characters, but I like them nevertheless and appreciate their contributions to the plot.

No pressure tags! (I’m tagging 15 bc I feel like it) @before-it-felt-like-a-sin @baked-potatoes-rule @jackiesnats @deerest-deer @whodoesnataliehave @stilllsage @fairytwles @glitterfairy-21225 @lesbianforlottie @tr4vnat @lauraleetaylor @cassioo @natsboygirlfriend @soapyjackets @pinkkkkat @natgf123 +literally anyone else who wants to!

[w1lmutt]

You know the Totk experience is getting bad when you get commitment issues to do any quest and just walk around in a region for 30 min and then turn off the game

[hyruviandoctor]

I think it’s times like these that really make me appreciate art and turn to the characters that have always spoken to me. Spider-Man. Batman. All Might. Sonic and Shadow the Hedgehogs. Optimus Prime. Those who will give their all for a chance at a better world for everyone. Those who don’t back down despite the odds.

[simonespeaks]

it’s so crazy that siyun can get away with actively harming jeongmin and the same audience who dragged juhyeon is like “😍🥰”. ppl had more smoke for an elementary schooler who actually meant well than 17yo siyun who is purposely being emotionally manipulative and stressing her out. mind you juhyeon and siyun are nearly the same.

juhyeon: “maybe if i stay with jahyoek jeongmin will keep speaking to me”

webtoon comments: 😡🤬😡🤬🤬

siyun: “i will use the threat of violence towards others to strike fear in jeongmin’s heart so she stays with me teehee”

webtoon comments: YAS TOXIC KING 😍😍😍

[peachlit]

can’t wait for the day i can get away from my parents

[rosicheeks]

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