#I literally need to stfu and write

[justyourtypicalwriter]

The fact that I could yap for literal HOURS about the most irrelevant parts of my au’s is wild. By the time I’m done with White Out y’all are gonna be like “omg stfu about the dogs paw pads Clouded, they’re not important”

AND YOU’RE GONNA BE RIGHT BUT LIKE-

I JUST THINK ITS IMPORTANT FOR YOU GUYS TO KNOW THAT KYLES PAW PADS ARE FRECKLED JUST LIKE HE IS😭

[lord-squiggletits]

One of my favorite parts of phase 2 (and indeed one of the few moments I resonated with IDW Prowl) was when the neutrals were coming back to Cybertron and Prowl said that he refused to let Autobots be pushed aside and overruled after they were the ones who fought for freedom for 4 million years (the exact wording escapes me atm).

And I mean, that resentment still holds true even once the colonists come on bc like. As much as it's true that Cybertron's culture is fucked up, and as funny as it can be to paint Cybertronians as a bunch of weirdos who consider trying to kill someone as a common greeting not important enough to hold a grudge over.... The colonists POV kind of pissed me off a lot of times, as did the narrative tone/implications that Cybertronians are forever warlike and doomed to die by their own hands bc it just strikes me as an extremely judgemental and unsympathetic way to deal with a huge group of people with massive war PTSD and political/social tensions that were rampant even before the war?

Like, imagine living in a society rife with bigotry and discrimination where you get locked into certain occupations and social strata based on how you were born. The political tension is so bad there's a string of assassinations of politicians and leaders. The whole planet erupts into an outright war that leads (even unintentionally) to famine and chemical/biological warfare that destroys your planet. Both sides of the war are so entrenched in their pre-war sides and resentment for each other that this war lasts 4 million years and you don't even have a home planet any more. Then your home planet gets restored and a bunch of sheltered fucks come home and go "ewww why are you so violent?? You're a bunch of freaks just go live in the wilderness so that our home can belong to The Pure People Who Weren't Stupid And Evil Enough To Be Trapped In War" and then a bunch of colonists from places that know nothing about your history go "lol you people are so weird?? 🤣🤣 I don't get why y'all are fighting can't you just like, stop??? Oh okay you people are just fucked up and evil and stupid then" ((their planets are based on colonialism where their Primes wiped out the native populations btw whereas the Autobots and OP in particular fought to save organics. But that never gets brought up as a point in their favor)) as if the damage of a lifetime of war and a society that was broken even before the war can just magically go away now that the war is over.

Prowl fucking sucks but he was basically the only person that pointed out the injustice of that.

And then from then on out most of the characters from other colonies like Caminus and wherever else are going "i fucking hate you and your conflicts" w/ people like literal-nobody Slide and various Camiens getting to just sit there lecturing Optimus about how Cybertronians are too violent for their own good and how their conflicts are stupid, with only brief sympathetic moments where the Cybertronians get to be recognized as their own ppl who deserve sympathy before going right back to being lambasted.

Like I literally struggled to enjoy the story at multiple points because there was only so much I could take of the characters I knew and loved being raked over coals constantly while barely getting to defend themselves or be defended by the narrative so like. It was just fucking depressing and a little infuriating to read exRID/OP

[fionalexin]

"Don't remember calling you to rescue me,little prince~♡"

"What were you THINKING?? You've almost gotten yourself KILLED!!"

[cosmobrain00]

what one sad jonathan byers post does to an mf

[nocentis]

x

[firstofficerkittycat]

ok im not responding to that person anymore but the white reveal holy shit what. you should in fact stop making walls of text whiteknighting for black ppl who have varied opinions on that episode and talking like ur an authority on this. i dont even know what to say lmao i will continue to shut up about it because genuinely what is any of this its ridiculous we should not be the centering our opinions in a conversation about racism. that apology was for who i thought was a black person having no patience for me posting my thoughts on a thingt i do not experience not for a white person absolutely dominating the conversation across the dw tag over a topic that you should not be centering yourself in????

[silvervivienne08]

THE LEVEL OF CRINGE, ITS OVER 9000

Part 1 out of the 6 Cringy Poems I wrote that y'all gonna have to suffer through with me :)

I lay here, wide awake Thoughts consumed by you, and you alone I know not how it started Nor where it all began Maybe it was just me but There was this thing about you that just drew me in Like how a moth would towards an open flame And as time passed by, The pull has only gotten stronger, So irresistible that the strength of it terrifies me For I have never felt this way before Or maybe I did? For I know exactly what I’m starting to feel for you That feeling, it’s such a familiar feeling yet the magnitude of it differs greatly A part of me knew that I was attracted to you Though I never paid it any thought Dismissing it as a simple and harmless crush Never knowing that throughout the time we spent together, Conversing about everything and all that is between, that tiny, almost inconspicuous crush would become a seed A seed that would spread and dig its roots in to my chest to create what seems to be the makings of a garden with a flower blooming right at its center watered, and kept alive by you

so I lay here, wide awake finally aware of my feelings towards you it hurts, oh how it hurts for I know that it would never happen that the idea of you reciprocating these feelings are naught but thoughts of wishful thinking so I choke back down my anguish as my traitorous mind turns against me clouding my sight with visions of us together, of what we could possibly be if given the chance it would’ve been wonderful to be able to lean against you as we laugh and talk under the sun without a care in the world how it delightful it would’ve been to hear you laugh, knowing that I was the reason for it to feel the softness of your hands intertwined against mine that in times where I am so unsure of myself and this world it’s alright to fall right into the warmth of you embrace safe and secured, cradled in the comfort of your arms and that in turn, you would trust me enough to accept my shoulders as something you could lean on in hard times to know and experience the happiness and joy of what being someone loved by someone like you would feel like how lucky, no blessed, I would’ve been sadly, tis nothing but a fantasy so I lay here, wide awake with tears streaming down my face as these thoughts, these fantasies continued to torment me it burns, oh how it burns like a wildfire spreading through my veins crippling me with unending agony, as it sets my nerves ablaze its smoke, suffocating me as it fills up my lungs leaving me greedily gasping for air as its absence painfully constricts my heart my heart, oh my poor dear heart forgive me, for I am only human I couldn’t help my self I couldn’t stop myself from feeling this way I do not know how to put a barrier against this this rush of feelings that is starting to take over me because if I could, then I would gladly do so oh, what I would’ve given for all of this to dissipate for it to vanish as if it was never there to begin with so that I could stop myself from hurting so I could prevent the pain that I know is coming my way from ever reaching my dear heart a heart whose aching for something it could never have but quietly wish for… so I lay here, wide awake for what could’ve been hours thoughts filled with nothing but you and me, and my ever-growing feelings for you I didn’t mean for this to happen It was never in any of my intentions to fall for you But I’m just a woman, a woman who fell hard and fast Whose heart, you unwittingly stole Held captive, in between the palm of your hands I would ask you to take care of it But that would mean confessing all of this And the mere thought of it is absolutely terrifying I wish that I had the courage that others had That I was brave enough to admit it, speak it out loud But I don’t think my heart would be able to handle it The thought of your rejection is already agonizing enough But to hear it fall from your lips? It would’ve crushed me, leaving me wrought in devastation So, as I close my eyes, I content with myself with the knowledge That I had the pleasure of knowing you, Of being able to build a bond of friendship between us That this is enough, it’s more than enough Because it’s better than not having you at all

[lnfours]

summer loving chapter eleven has me kicking my feet and screaming internally. i cannot wait for you all to have the second to last chapter of this series 🥹

[knifvd]

@killerhubby asked : " don't move yet . " @ katarina

             (   he's  a  monster  .  he  deserves  none  of  it  ,  none  of  it  all  ;  you've  read  his  file  like  holy  bible  over  and  OVER  until  you  could  recite  every  single  sin  he's  committed  like  it's  the  next  thing  you're  to  be  tested  on  ,  you've  seen  it  ,  you've  seen  it  all  and  yet  ...  you  ache  .  you  ache  ,  your  body  reeks  of  his  stench  and  his  INEFFABLE  solitude  and  grief  he  still  has  a  vice  grip  on  .  you  ache  ,  you  ache  , and  you  grieve  ,  and  you're  not  sure  why  .  no  one  GRIEVES  for  monsters  ,  you  shouldn't  make  yourself  the  first  .  you  shouldn't  ,   you  know  you  shouldn't  ,  he's  nothing  MORE  than  the  trail  of  blood  that  follows  him  ,  you  know  ,  you  know  ,  you  know  ---

            ---  and  even  still  ,  you  ache  .  even  now  .   YOU'RE  A  FOOL  :  to  humanize  such  a  beast  as  he  is  ,  but  your  throat  closes  up  on  itself  ,  chest  tightens  at  the  inevitibility  you  always  bring  about  .  he's  in  pain  .  he  always  is  ,  though  when  teased  about  it  in  the  past  ,  you  didn't  mean  it  .  you  didn't  .   joked  and  teased  about  how  some  pink  haired  escort  would  be  no  less  HARBRINGER  of  death  ---  that  someone  like  you  could  do  anything  to  lay  a  FINGER  on  him  .  you  laughed  ,  and  joked  ,  and  teased  with  the  very  same  GUN  strapped  to  your  thigh  that  day  that  you  do  today  ,  like  you  were  not  the  reason  he's  always  in  danger  these  days  .  like  you  are  not  the  reason  he  has  a  BRIGHT  PINK  target  on  his  back  courtesy  of  the  AGENCY . 

             how  do  you  live  ?  you're  not  sure  .  to  claim  you  care  about  fragile  vase  of  man  glued  together  with  golden  flakes  OVER  and  over  while  still  holding  the  BARREL  of  agency  to  his  temple  .  never  been  one  for  LIARS  ,  the  thought  only  to  bring  a  certain  kind  of  disgust  that  wraps  itself  around  your  ESOPHAGUS  leaving  you  nothing  but  the  scared  little  girl  that  had  just  barely  gotten  away  again  .  is  that  all  you're  good  for  ? 

        to  run  ?  he  tried  to  make  you  human  ,  again  ,  you  know  .  and  he  almost  succeeded  .  the  pain  and  aches  that  run  through  your  body  at  the  sight  of  his  BODY  is  proof  enough  ,  but  it  always  fails  ,  it  always  does  ,  because  you  are  a  girl  raised  by  hatred  ,  so  when  you  feel  anything  more  than  ,  you  run  .  you  run  ,  because  you  are  scared  .  just  this  time  ,  you're  scared  for  him  too  . )  presses  a  cool  hand  to  his  forehead  :  no  stranger  to  the  dull  beeping  of  the  heart  monitor  that  keeps  katarina  an  eerie  kind  of  calm  .  he's  ALIVE  .  he's  alive  .  (  never  thought  you'd  thank  the  gods  for  saving  a  monster  ,  and  yet  you  will  find  yourself  praying  for  him  once  again  tonight  .  )  

          "  hi  angel  ,  hi  angel  ,  "  she  whispers  quietly  ,  as  if  afraid  if  she  SPEAKS  too  loudly  he'll  start  bleeding  from  whatever  new  stitches  he  had  earned  earlier  that  night  ,  gentle  hand  running  through  his  hair  ,  and  katarina  tries  ,  she  does  ,  but  she's  no  stranger  to  failure  , eyes  stinging  with  tears  she  so  desparately  tried  to  fight  off  ,  "  you're  safe  .  i  have  you  ,  you're  okay  ,  "  but  voice  cracks  with  tears  ,  and  he  speaks  ,  he  SPEAKS  ,  relief  floods  through  her  body  ,  he's  alive  ,  he's  ALIVE  ,  and  he's  asking  her  ,  voice  so  small  ,  so  far  away  ,  she  swears  he  almost  sounds  like  a  scared  little  kid  .  

           (   and  so  you  fall  back  into  this  game  you're  destined  to  play  :  you  lie  ,  and  you  pray  ,  and  you  lie  and  hope  that  if  you  tell  them  to  him  enough  ,  you'll  start  to  believe  it  yourself  .  )  "  i'm  here  ,  pretty  boy  ,  "  but  her  voice  cracks  even  as  she  tries  to  tease  him  through  tear  stained  voice  ,  "  i'm  not  going  anywhere  ,  "  katarina  says  ever  so  GENTLY  ,  like  a  holy  prayer  reserved  just  for  HIM  ,  pressing  kiss  to  forehead  ,  his  CHEEK  ,   whispering  sweet  nothings  until  he  drifts  off  to  sleep  from  the  pain  or  MORPHINE  drip  ---  and  even  after  he  PASSES  out  ,  she  still  pushes  the  hair  ever  so  lightly  out  of  his  face  ,  eyes  watering  with  tears  that  still  haven't  spilled  .

             (  he  may  be  a  monster  ,  but  he  stayed  .  he  STAYED  .  he  stayed  when  no  one  else  did  .  and  you're  leaving  when  no  one  else  will  stay  .  so  who's  the  monster  ,  katarina  ,  who's  the  monster  ?  )  katarina  waits  for  the  FAMILIAR  sighs  of  sleep  escaping  the  other  :  something  she  used  to  relish  in  but  sounds  more  like  death  toll  for  herself  now  ,  as  she  pries  herself  away  from  his  FORM  .  fiddles  with  her  hands  ,  pressing  in  and  out  of  the  familiar  crescent  scarred  skin  on  her  palms  that  many  years  of  acrylics  and  TIGHT  FISTS  of  uncontrolled  anger  has  left  her  .  facial  features  contort  into  pain  as  she  bites  back  a  SOB  ,  looking  at  his  sleeping  body  .  sharp  inhale  ,  as  she  tries  to  BLINK  back  more  tears  ,  but  they  fall  freely  and  she  lets  them  ,  instead  to  pull  away  from  him  and  UNDO  clasp  of  worn  necklace  from  the  back  of  her  neck  .  it's  a  cross  .  not  very  flashy  ,  not  very  pretty  ,  but  never  taken  off  until  today  .

           (  if  you  are  to  pray  ,  you  are  to  pray  for  him  .  it  is  the  least  you  could  DO  .  )   secures  it  in  the  OTHER'S  hand  ,  curls  his  FINGERS  around  the  piece  of  jewelry  ,  small  hands  TREMBLING  as  she  picks  up  his  limp  hand  and  presses  a  KISS  to  his  knuckles  but  still  finds  herself  BITING  back  a  sob  as  she  grips  his  hand  .  relishes  in  the  FEELING  ,  knowing  that  she's  turning  back  on  man  she  made  home  for  something  akin  to  his  and  her  own  safety  ,  but  even  now  ,  especially  now  ,  she  aches  .  "  i'm  sorry  ,  i'm  sorry  ,  my  angel  ,  i'm  sorry  ,  i'm  sorry  ,  "  katarina  whispers  into  his  HAND  ,  before  finally  letting  his  hand  sit  gently  on  the  hospital  bed  .  

         she  waits  .  waits  for  some  kind  of  storybook  ending  :  for  him  to  wake  up  and  ASK  her  to  stay  .  demand  she  stays  ;  but  a  glance  is  tossed  over  the  agent's  shoulders  .  he's  just  as  asleep  as  he  was  before  ,  save  for  a  small  snore  that  might  escape  his  LIPS  .  (  but  this  is  how  it  always  goes  .  you  always  leave  .  you  just  prayed  he'd  be  the  exception  ,  but  he's  nothing  more  but  proof  of  the  rule  .  )  somber  smile  ,  scrubs  her  tears  away  ,  and  slips  out  of  the  patient's  room  .

          (  it  is  the  rule  that  you  leave  :  because  you  are  katarina  ,  and  he  is  mirage  .  oil  and  water  .  never  meant  to  mix  .  )

                𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙭 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 . 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 !!

[apricusapollo]

I just saw someone photoshopping one of Georgian "patriots" onto the symbol of freedom on delacroix's liberty leading the people this is the worst day of my life I hope I don't wake up tomorrow morning

[verystressedcollegestudent]

if there's one thing i hate more than slackers in group projects its goddamn hypocrites

[emilbh]

I have been proven right once again :D

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

every day i feel myself becoming a little more pretentious and i HATE MYSELF for it

[angelsdvsts]

magically finished my drafts and everything i owe ! have 17 replies queue that will be going off while im at work tmr <3

[haisuken]

feeling extra anxious today so I’ll be off enluv till I feel better!

[mesanthropi]

see, i was supposed to just ramble in the tags. but. this happened, so... enjoy.

your misunderstanding.

"yeah, i'd probably get like... angel or something," you thought aloud. "i have the voice for her, but that depends, really. i mean- what's to expect in this show, y'know?" shrugging your shoulders, you then turned to the shortest of you three, smiling with interest and curiosity. "what about you, who do you think you'll get in the play?"

luke looked between you and 'wei' (or that's what you remember of xir name), before pointing at himself. "me? uh, dunno. maybe spoons. you know, the character you hate?" he laughed at the groan you let out. "come on, do you actually hate the guy- because he's pretty funny, just like me. ain't that just a no-brainer for the casting?"

the nudges to your arm went ignored as you rolled your eyes, before directing them to wei. you couldn't help but notice how xe'd just kept staring at you the whole time, it prompted some doubt that xe was even listening. but pushing that aside and looking on the bright side, you waved a hand. "what about you, wei? is that your name?"

"... weiiiiiiiss?" luke waved his own hand in front of xir face, as if he were trying to snap xem out of a trance. "this is theatre, a.k.a your big highschool phase coming to bite you in the ass, i thought you'd like it." he paused though, before looking to you. silence fell over the space you'd all taken, a little awkard for you (because seriously, why are they just staring at you-?) until-

"what the fuck-" the other student let out the profanity upon getting xir shoe stepped on. the brunette boy chuckled, shaking his head before putting a hand on xir head. "edelweiss went to la-la-land," he joked after dodging a jab to the side. "but i do remember talking about that with 'em once, ain't that right, pal?"

weiss only grumbled something in response, not enough for you to hear though. but apparently, enough for luke, who nodded in acknowledgement (as far as you could tell anyway). while the two talked and you half-listened, there was bitterness starting to make itself at home within your feelings pool. you couldn't help the subtle sulk in your expression; was xe deliberately ignoring you? did you say something wrong? did xe have anything against you? goddamn. all that staring and awkwardness just to find out that xe could talk to luke just fine.

rude... your thoughts could be seen on your face. whatever.

what really happened.

as [name] spoke, xe was half-listening, if xe was being honest. there absolutely was no way that the conversation could be processed, not like this! especially with such a nice-looking and nice-sounding person in front of xem, god no. despite the particularly amusing thoughts from earlier ('okay, get it, david tennant!'), it had been replaced with high-key simping.

maybe not really simping, but- you know. admiration. but what was there to ignore, especially when it was right in front of you? 'oh, how gorgeous they were, words falling out at a steady trickling like niagra falls!'

if xe wasn't such a sappy asshole who was often knee-deep in delusions, this wouldn't be happening.

but... it was probably the way [name] was so easy to get along with. at least with what xe had seen, as far as xe could remember from being quite the starer. they spoke to others no problem, went around problems with unique solutions- and did xe mention that they were really fucking pretty? no? then alright. [name] [surname] looked fucking amazing, even for a private school.

maybe they'd be friends if xe trie- "what the fuck-" and that was when luke had jabbed his heel into xir toes, which wasn't the most pleasant feeling. poor weiss would have cussed him out, putangina and all that vulgar stuff, but they had face to keep. and they would never do that in front of them, xe'd never hear the end of it.

"edelweiss went to la-la-land," luke joked after dodging a jab to the side, much to xir dismay. "but i do remember talking about that with 'em once, ain't that right, pal?"

"this horacio is going to kill you, luke," xe grumbled, brows furrowing as xe crossed their arms. hopefully they didn't... uh, notice. the thought was a tad too late though, as we all know. hoooooooo boy, i probably fucked up, look at their face. that's the face of disappointment and all that. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck you, luke.

nevermind, xe can be aware of these kinds of things sometimes.

yes, my 'full name' is edelweiss. no, i'm not german and i'm not white, lmao. anywayz!! please obliterate me

Moot game asks 👀 Count me in on that stuff, I absolutely love them.

We've had crimes so far, but what would your mutuals be as meet-ugly tropes, rather than meet-cute? To shake things up a little.

(🧚 anon, possibly?)

ohh cool!! and yes ofc you can be 🧚‍♀️ anon ^^

@wheeboo sees you as you're destroying a tombstone in the cemetery while she's with her friend to pay their respects at their grandmother's grave. you're destroying the tombstone bc it belongs to some ancestor of yours who was an ass/ dealt with the devil/ did some fucked-up shit that led you to have a horrible fate or curse, but of course rania doesn't know that, so now she has you branded as a grave-vandaliser and speaks to you so coldly when she sees you next, before reluctantly having to partner with you to save the world from some cursed/ crazed lunatics who were just like your ancestor

@slytherinshua is in the middle of a breakdown in the campus library when you meet her, and honestly you feel bad for telling her to leave, bc you know how stressful midterms can be so you try to tell her as nicely as possible that she needs to leave. but she's so stressed that she blows up on you, before blinking in surprise at her own outburst and promptly scrambling out of the library, taking her laptop but leaving her textbooks. you meet her in the library again, as she awkwardly apologises and asks if you have her books, and you give both the textbooks and your number to her at the same time

@weird-bookworm trips over her own feet and slams right into you during your first meeting. she's horribly late to her class, so she doesn't even turn around to apologize before speeding off, leaving you disoriented and pissed. and weirdly, you two keep meeting, where she runs into you and then runs off bc she's always late for something, causing you to view her as this impolite clutz until one day, she catches your hand as you're about to fall down the stairs, and then gives you such a relieved grin that you think- oh. well, that's new.

@rubywonu borrows a pen from you and then never gives it back. she'd tapped you on the shoulder and asked for it so sweetly, but then at the end of the class she simply zoomed out of the door with your favourite pen, never to be seen again. you don't see her until a few months later, and turns out she's a friend of a friend so you reluctantly get close and eventually realise she's a rlly cool person, deciding to forgive her for the pen. you bring it up one day, though, and her eyes widen bc she totally forgot too, and the next day she brings you a whole pack of that same exact pen that she'd bought just for you

@etherealyoungk hnnjg it's hard to think of meet-uglies for skye but,,, the first time she sees you, it's when you're cursing out your ex in public while dramatically breaking up with him. your ex played up the role of an innocent victim, even though they were definitely in the wrong, and you'd looked like an utter bitch to the public. but then she sees you again, as the barista in a cafe she decided to go to one day, and all she can think of is that you look so sad, not like a crazy bitch. one day, while she's sitting in the cafe (because yes, she's now a regular customer) your ex storms in and starts tearing you apart in the near-empty cafe, and without even thinking about it, skye jumps in to defend you

@mesanthropi is so mesmerised when xe first sees you that xe just . just blanks you. you're trying to ask what role xe'd most likely to get in the school play, but xe's just blinking, totally straight-faced, so your friend has to be the one to talk to xem instead. you're thinking 'wow, rude', without realizing that xe was just so in awe of how pretty you are and short-circuited. as the play rehearsals go on, with you and your friend as co-directors, you see weiss relax around u and deliver stellar performances and slowly, you start to become friends. and who knows? maybe you'll fall in love too.

@blue-jisungs meets you for the first time when she's walking her dog (idk if u actually have a dog but PRETEND YOU DO) and you've recently lost your dog, who looks an awful like axe's..... so you accost her in the middle of the street and demand that she gives your dog back, even though it's hers, and everything is all just a bit too chaotic and confusing for axe on a sunday morning, so she tells you to go away and ushers her dog away from the crazy stranger. then, she passes a missing dog sign on her way back from work that looks a lot like hers, and realises you were telling the truth. she dials the number, tells you that she's the person you saw the other day, and asks that maybe, if you're willing... she could help you look for your dog?

@wonwoonlight is yelling down the phone at her desk when you first meet her, and that has you being terrified of your colleague for all of six months after you meet her. you're a new addition to their department, with khione as your team leader, and she's so frustrated with some idiot when you first see her in the office, basically (justifiably) tearing them a new one for their incompetence, but after that, you're always seeing her as this strict, horrible person until one day she takes care of you during a corporate dinner while you're not feeling your best, scolding you gently for coming when you feel ill and calling a cab to take you home early

@icyminghao is someone you know from childhood, and honestly, you can't remember your first ever meeting. but you do have an early memory of her playing 'got your nose' with you and making you cry, and ever since then, she's been a nuisance in your life. that is, until some school project has you being forced to truly work together, and after you put aside your annoyance, your irritation melts away into something akin to fondness, finding her cheerinees something adorable rather than annoying