#I would sooner die

[queer-ragnelle]

thoughts and prayers pls. my editor once again asking for an outline. working on it but only bc if I don’t then I have to explain it all face to face on zoom and I’m not subjecting either of us to that. drawing the line there.

[valtsv]

tbh losing all my grandparents before i turned 20 is kind of a relief because none of them are ever gonna ask me about marriage or grandkids. also i didn't like them very much.

[starscream-is-my-wife]

The original backstory for the robot documentary AU was that Ratchet was plagued with visions of all of the ways Optimus dies, and fixates on the idea that Optimus can’t die if Orion never becomes Optimus, so he stages a crash on Earth to trap them both there. Bumblebee was hiding in the storage and Ratchet only discovered this after they had already left. Bee was also there in the visions of Earth and Ratchet wanted Orion to not have only him as company, so he went on with the plan anyways and just secured Bee in a bunch of seatbelts to be safe

Ratchet was also originally going to be a lot more off-putting, more cryptic like. But this plot was kinda confusing if they couldn’t even talk, and also I wanted Ratchet to be cute and silly, it’s kinda hard to do that when you’re in constant fear of visions of the future driving you insane. So now Orion is the cryptid lol

I also wanted to use the designs that were used once in the activity books for fun but I haven't been doing that lately so I forgot whoops

[magicandmundane]

Hunter: Fuck it. Let’s go back to Kamino and adopt that kid.

Wrecker, Tech, and Echo: Adopt—? Yeah okay, we’ve done weirder shit.

Crosshair: With all due respect, which is none at this point, what the fuck is wrong with you

[flares1075]

"You can have them when you pry 'em from my cold dead hands, even then good luck cause i would have glued 'em to my cold dead hands."

I know i posted like 5 seconds ago but i have more…

[alexandria-thornton]

Stay alive, for me.

[lillazyboithings]

Wiggly!Richie

In these trying times (me recovering my voice while studying for midterms), I have decided it was the best time to bust out my watercolors and do this

[dollypopup]

I can't stop thinking about Colin on his travels. Colin, alone, on a journey to 17 different cities, across several countries. Colin on his own.

Colin who writes letter after letter, to his family, to his friends, and barely gets a response back. How long before he understands that they didn't get lost in the mail? How long until he realizes that, just like when he was a boy, no one has the time for him? The space for him? How many letters unanswered before he lets it finally take root and fester in his mind?

He could have died on that tour.

Would they even notice? Would they see when the letters slow until they cease? Would they wonder why? His mum, surely (maybe, possibly, but she has enough on her hands, besides, and he's never been a concern, in need of her assistance, before), but anyone else? Anthony on his honeymoon, Eloise a stormcloud personified, Benedict taking on the familial responsibilities, Fran preparing for the marriage mart and in Bath, regardless. Daphne, his closest sister, a mum running her own estate.

Greg and Hyacinth who enjoy his stories, but are children.

Pen who ignores him. No explanation, no goodbye.

Colin who has no one in his corner. Colin who travels city to city, putting on personas. Will they like me? What about now? Colin who has hardly anything to read from the people he loves. Who do not think of him.

And yet he thinks of them. Brings them back gifts, writes his recollections for them until it hits him that, oh, they don't care. They don't care what he's doing, how he's doing. They didn't want to hear it before, when he was there with them, and they do not want to hear it now, either. Did they even open those envelopes? Did they see them come through the post, just as proof he's alive, and shrug off the contents? Did they look? Once, Colin sends an empty page. No one notices. Easier, then, to send just the outsides. People only ever care about the outsides. Pretty and prim in neat packages, uncaring of what lies beneath. Sea sick on the rocking boats, staring up at stars on the continent, Colin grows aware, but not bitter. Sad, but resigned.

He loves his family, he loves Pen, loves them to grace, loves them to it's okay. It was him, he determines. Too chatty, his letters too long, uninteresting, his passions dull or droll, or else, worse, he's displeased them in some way. Colin who takes refuge in stranger's arms and homes, who dreams and tries to sate his curiosity. Colin who pretends, because anyone, anyone but him would be received better, he's sure of it. Colin who must talk too much, surely, and with no one to listen. Colin who learns to hush.

Yes. Remarkable- as in, I have many remarks about it.

How many times did he go to excitedly write of what he did that week, and stopped himself, knowing it was a waste? How many times did he write and throw into the fire a letter asking Why don't you see me? Why don't you care?

If he didn't make it, how long would it take for anyone to notice? A month? Two? A year? Would they wave it off as his frivolity, denounce him as a flake and fume about the funds? Would they wonder where it was he had lost himself off at?

He cannot fall into that, so, he writes in his journal, instead. Of the ache of it, of how he longs for connection, for understanding, for someone to take him seriously. He keeps it with him, this log of his discontent, of his folly and felicity, of his pitfalls and pains.

If he didn't make it, would they realize all that's left of him is what he sent them, not even a body to bury? Did he look over the side of a bow of a boat and look at the churn of the ocean and think of how many bones it held? Did he tip his face to the sun? How many new scars did he earn? Who did he befriend?

Who did he become?

Somewhere along the line, Colin learned. He learned the real him wasn't wanted.

Somewhere along the line, somewhere between Patmos and Paris, Colin left Colin behind.

And, somewhere along the line, Colin laid face to face with loneliness in his bed, and it wrapped its arms around him.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[bardic-irritation]

maybe unpopular opinion but I'm kinda loving Elias so far? like as a Person I would hate him but as a Character? kicking my feet and giggling everytime he makes a stupid joke or menaces someone. slayyyy old man. terrorizing your employees is so good for the Plot.

[lunewolf13]

Spilling Tea Part 7 (final):

All the Robins (minus Jason, who left early) are sitting criss-cross applesauce on a plush carpet, summoned by Dick Grayson to play "truth or dare but without a dare and you can choose what to spill."

Dick: Tim, you're the only one left.

Duke: The best for last, as they say.

Steph: Yes Tim, please share us your most recent shenanigans.

Tim: Well, this wasn't recent per se. This actually happened while I was hunting for clues all around the world.

Steph: You already told us about the spleen thing.

Tim: Yes, but did I tell you about the piña coladas?

Steph: The what?

Tim: So me, Cass, and my team of assassins all walk into a bar.

Dick: Tim, you're not legally allowed to drink. Then, or now.

Tim, who is currently 19 years old: They didn't check our fake IDs, if that makes you feel better.

Dick: It really doesn't.

Tim: Anyway, we go to this bar. Live it up. Celebrate. I think it was a holiday. I order a piña colada. It tastes good, so I order another one. Next thing I know, I wake up in a dumpster in Argentina. Mind you, the bar was in Cuba.

Duke: Dude...how much did you drink?

Tim: I dunno. I stopped counting after six.

Dick: Six??

Steph: Why didn't Cass tell me this lore?!

Dick: Why did Cass let you drink? Wait, did she drink too??

Tim: No. She went back to our hotel early. That's not all that happened though. I wake up in a dumpster, with the access codes and schematics of France's in my pocket.

Dick:

Steph:

Duke:

Damian:

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne!

[julesnichols]

Just noticed during the trial when they stand Madeleine up, and she first looks back at Claudia, Claudia gives her a little nod... and yet she looks so downcast after and surprised when Madeleine declares her loyalty and love for Claudia... was Claudia nodding at her to say "it's okay", expecting not to be chosen? I am unwell

[askdrhanniballecter]

❤️

Doc, is Will back yet? I’m starting to miss that little guy. I have something to tell him. @askdrhanniballecter

@ilmostrolamb

[dykedvonte]

(abt my last ask) thank you for the answer, your understanding of charas is trully stellar!

I wanted to ask, what's your take on recovery!au (unless you intend to cover it in your fic)? In the universe, where Jimmy happens, but the crew somehow survives. Everyone is traumatised, Anya is pregnant, Curly is disabled (could he even be able to afford disability aids? Pony express in no more, would they even be paid a sufficient compensation?). There is also a question of p*lice investigation (or whatever agency is responsible for space crimes), even more trauma... Man, it's bleak.

-💀

I like them sad but for emotional and physical recovery reason rather than all the actual legal stuff that would ensue.

I like when Swansea relapsing is explored and Daisuke losing a little bit of his light. I am clearly a big supporter of Anya and Curly remaining close friend after but I think exploring the unhealthy dynamics of the trauma bond they’d develop should be played with way more. I think it’s a bit annoying when people are on the nose about Anya telling Curly he should’ve done more, especially when he’s struggling through recovery.

I feel like people really want her to be a character to rub salt into wounds, just to give her something cathartic, but it’s just OOC for me. It’s not a kindness thing but I don’t think she wants that sort of guilt to stay with him like that? He did not do what Jimmy did, he could’ve done more to stop it but she would not intentionally try to direct what she can never take out towards Jimmy at Curly. At least when they all make it out. This is not to say she doesn’t think he shouldn’t have any remorse but she understands that no one else could have foreseen Jimmy crashing the ship or getting that bad.

I like when it gets psychoanalytic in fics with the crew. Talk about Curly finally opening up on details on how he and Jimmy were friends, have the others realize how bad Jimmy was to even Curly, not a lot of people realize that they don’t know how Jimmy was to him. Have Anya be angry and snippy, have her worry she’s becoming like Jimmy even though she could never be like him, it’s that fear though, that she is owed that cathartic release and may take it out on others in some selfish subconscious desire to reclaim control for herself. Have her actualize-herself, is med school the only option? What does she want now? Does Swansea divorce his wife, give up on the life he created because he was just following the path of a good man, one he didn’t believe? Or does he stay and use the time he has left to make it something he believes in. How is Daisuke? Is he more mature or does he lose a little light? What are his new aspirations if any? His relationship with his parents?

Ultimately, I think a recover au should really focus on just them actually getting to know each other and filling themselves. So much of their interactions were likely based on coworker dynamics first. With that out the window they are now people who can’t really move on from each other but need to move on in life.

[picnicpants]

am i on to something or is this some form of eldridch tiktok conspiracy brainrot

[matrose]

i love the tiktok information machine