#MYYYY BABY

[tivvzz]

when you know you know

[formulaonedirection]

Lando Norris wins the Dutch Grand Prix 2024

[enderwoah]

im so unwell about q!pac no its not even funny anymore i need to put him in a terrarium up on a shelf and keep him safe up there. he doesn't deserve any bad thing, ever. i don't even care about "having a good story" or "giving your character a conflict" anymore, nah, no, if ONE (1) MORE BAD THING HAPPENS TO HIM IM GONNA LOSE IT!! IM GONNA START BREAKING THINGS!!!

he's so. sad. hes such a sad character. his insecurities about being useless to everyone are so real and so painful because he's not, all of us know that he's not, but we also completely understand why he feels that way because he's had everyone he loves ripped away from him and he hasn't been able to lift a finger to stop any of it. he's just left to sit in the ruins without any help. he's collateral to all the tragedy surrounding him and the favela 5 in general and he's. tired. not in the way that cellbit is tired (though that works, too). he's exhausted of feeling sad all the time. of crying all the time. of feeling that loneliness that gnaws holes into his bones and settles in the marrow and never leaves, not when richas' bed is empty, not when mike's bedroom has started to collect dust, not when he can't see a real, tangible presence in forever's dilated eyes. the only person he has is cellbit, and he could never ask cellbit to give up what he still has when pac has nothing to lose (and god, how selfless, how kind is that?), so when he figures the only way to get an antidote to the drug is to have the drug itself, why wouldn't he offer himself up? and if that wasn't the only reason he tried to get his hands on it, who could blame him?

maybe he took it first to just feel the effects and understand the angle it took in affecting his mind. maybe he just took it for research. do you think he had slipped by the second time? do you think he took it once and, for a short thirty minutes, found that he could forget about all the sorrow lining his lungs and breathe? do you think reality crashed back onto him after that first try? do you think he was scrambling to take it again, to go back to that...maybe it wasn't blissful ignorance, per se, but willful disregard? do you think he couldn't wait to be submerged so deep that he couldn't think one more time? do you think he was hesitant? do you think he kept promising himself, one more, one more, one more...

god he is so. so sad. i was watching phil's pov, so everything was like a neat little movie for me, and just. cellbit and forever arguing while pac was just sobbing in the background was AWFUL. just. awful. it hurt. (cc!pac was damn good at acting, too, and that DID NOT HELP.) the moment he stepped on the trap i felt like i was hit with a brick. like no, of COURSE we should NOT be putting PAC in a CONFINED JAIL CELL. ALONE. and i know it was for his own good but i still felt so so so sick. the way he immediately curled up in the corner. the way he was crying to himself. the way he instantly answered richas' birthday the moment bad asked for it. the way he got visibly more upset and terrified when cellbit started shouting at forever. what the hell. no seriously what the HELL.

and, like, oh my god, making him the one to solve the antidote? proving that even though he may have fallen to the drug (the drug which was basically created by GODS, by the way, lets be real, the federation is nawt normal), he's still so useful. he's still such an asset. he's smart and he's kind and he's charismatic and he's trusting and he's so so selfless and so so brave and so strong. tubbo put it perfectly. the fact that he's gone through all the horrible awful stuff he's gone through and he's still standing just proves how capable he is. how tough he is. cellbit calling him "my dear." pointing out the fact that he sacrificed himself without knowing he was going to come back. "i'm only afraid of being sad again." "you will be sad again. but you won't be alone." he's so. he's just. he's. im frothing at the mouth. he gave himself up to save the rest of the island from this plague that took one of his best friends and might've taken the entire island if he didn't do anything. under that stress. experiencing that level of loss.

pac is one of the toughest goddamn people on the island and if anyone on that server even dares try to imply otherwise i will do heinous heinous things, mark my WORDS.

[teyvatmoon]

doodlin my darling, my sweet boy before i do some studying 🤧

[muffingnf]

happy 5th birthday to my beautiful baby boy i love you i love you i love you

[shvroyism]

they are all 0 years old.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Fluffy fluff. Smthg very heart warming, with a lot of mutual respect and forehead kisses and hugs and goosebumps and domestic physical intimacy. Would be great if its gender neutral.

When the villain came home, they found the hero in bed already. They didn’t sleep but they weren’t quite there either. A few times this had happened before: the hero didn’t speak, they didn’t eat, they didn’t take care of themselves.

The first time the villain had freaked out. They thought their lover was going to leave them but it passed. The second time it happened, the villain tried clumsily to help them.

Now, they felt a weak confidence that could help them fix this. It wasn’t much but it was there. They leaned against the doorframe, their head even resting against it.

“Sweetheart?” Their voice was soft and the hero looked up, their eyes red, their hair a mess. “Have you eaten today?”

The hero shook their head and let themselves fall back into bed again.

“There are some leftovers in the fridge, I could warm them up for you?”

No answer.

Whatever had happened, the villain didn’t want to let their hero deal with this alone. The easiest way would be kidnapping and torturing the person responsible for this. But they also knew this was rather uncivilised and the hero wouldn’t approve.

What a pity.

They took another look at their lover, how their perfect body sank into the blankets, how their hair was falling into their eyes…they were so perfect it made the villain breathless at times. It was just one of those days, they supposed.

Once they were in the kitchen, they fished the leftovers out of the fridge and filled a glass with water. Maybe they should order the hero’s favourite food? Bake a cake? Go out and get them flowers? The villain wanted to give them as much reassurance as possible but they were still a bit unsure if the hero preferred presents over words.

While their mind raced, searching for a solution, for a reason, they didn’t really hear how the hero came scuffing into the room. They only fully realised it when the hero was hugging them from behind and buried their head in the villain’s neck.

“Oh, my love…” the villain whispered, putting a hand on their lover’s wrist. “What is it?”

They turned around to look at their weary lover. They had a few scratches on their face and as always, the villain wanted to nurse them. But they also knew the hero wanted be independent.

“I’m okay,” they whispered.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know that I’m here without judging you and I will listen no matter what,” the villain said, caressing their cheek.

The hero didn’t meet their eyes.

“I suck at being a hero,” they mumbled.

“You made your greatest enemy fall in love with you. I suppose there’s something you did undeniably right.”

“I can’t save everyone.” The hero’s eyes began to water. “I was on patrol today and there was a robbery and someone got shot…I’m not used to not saving people. But my team was inexperienced and new and they were so bad and it’s my fault, I was responsible and I should’ve known that they weren’t ready, I should’ve—”

“Sweetheart,” the villain said softly.

“I’m not used to losing, I’m not used to making sacrifices. Everything goes perfectly when I’m in charge. It usually does, it’s like working out, it’s not like a job…”

The villain took their hand.

“My love,” they said, “you’ve saved so many people already. I know you can’t give life a value and compare it to others. But without you the city would be ashes.”

“I don’t know…” the hero said. They were close to crying again and the villain couldn’t bear it. They kissed their hero gently on the mouth.

“You were able to forgive me for the horrible things I’ve done. You have to forgive yourself too or these things will haunt you forever.”

And with time and the villain’s help, the hero learnt to forgive themselves.

[miyku]

Just look at him!!!!

[isatoru]

they made him softer and so baby in the anime 🥹🫶

[girlishwhimsies]

thinking about college au qpr pbj again tonight….

[mondstalgia]

Jiang Dian at the Kiseki Fanmeet in Macao, day 2.

[message-lost]

trying something new in coloring and uh. there’s definitely colors.

[wondercloud]

this pic of him in particular makes me want to cry my eyeballs out (pun obviously intended)

also the guy in the back may or may not be staring at him so fondly and for that? so real.

[yb-cringe]

somehow once again qsmp has outdone itself by making me wanna rip things to shreds with my teeth over these characters

[istherewifiinhell]

anyway more es. ARE U GETTING. THAT ALTMODE MIGHT BE.... allegoric. of things......

[ID: Transformers Earthspark clip of Jawbreaker interviewing Elita-one on a camcorder. There's scanline and recording ui affects. Jawbreaker is a young terran transformer with squat preportions in his protoform (white, grey, and blue, non discript body). Elita is a large cybertronian transformer with a pink SUV alt mode, clear car parts like wheels, headlights, and grill visible on her robot mode body.

full transcribe below

Camera over JB's shoulder, looking at a city skyline with the sun behind it.

JB: It's so... pretty.

Camera whips to Elita as she speaks: This whole planet is. I... like to end my work outs by reminding myself what I'm trying to protect.

JB graps the camera and turns it around, setting it up: I want to keep it safe too. [Sad, comtemplates the camera] But how can I do that without an alt mode.

He sets down the camera and we exit the camcorder view. The camera is very small in his hands

Elita sitting behind, twisting to look at him: Kid, you don't need an alt mode to do that.

JB: But, I'm a transformer. I'm suppose to transform!

Elita gives a breathed laugh/huff: Jawbreaker, lemme let you in on a little secret, hmm?

She tap the space next to where shes sitting on a shipping container. We see in camcorder mode the profile shot JB set up, he walks over and sits. We exit camcorder mode, and see JB and Elita from head on.

Elita: Scanning your alt mode isn't some kind of magic. There's a special compotent inside of you, [hand to her chest] Inside every bot, called the T-cog. It's what lets us change shape.

JB points to his chest with his one large finger. Speaking deliberately: The T-cog. Wow... [normal speech] Oh! But I'm not cybertronian. How do you know I... have one?

Elita, prompting: Some of your terran siblings have changed form, right?

JB: But what if I'm... [voice break] different?

Elita, looks toward the city: You know it took me forever to find an earth alt mode too? Nothing I saw ever felt right. So I waited. I waited, and waited, and waited.

JB: And then?!

Elita, turns to JB, points to her chest again: My spark, told me what was right.

JB: BUT- [somber] what if I'm broken or something? When I look at- cars. I feel nothing.

Elita puts a hand on JB's shoulder: Then maybe... you weren't meant to be a vehicle.

JB, suprised/awed: You can scan other things?

Elita: Almost anything you want. It's up to you.

JB: Thanks, Elita.

[the-arkaives]

KLINGY - Kai and her attachment issues

Kai is clingy. With a capital C K. Kai will attach to any amount of affection she can grab onto. Any older adult showing her affection? That’s a parental figure. Someone around her age showing her basic human decency? Kai’s falling head over heels. To find out the reason why, we’ll have to go back almost two decades. To when Kai Drew wasn’t Kai Drew yet. To when she was just a little girl.

To when she was Kai Dean.

For the first 9 years of Kai’s life, she wasn’t shown basic human affection. Kai’s bio parents weren’t great. They tried forcing her to be someone she wasn’t. They straightened her bouncy brown hair and forced it into a braid. They forced the bright personality into an anxious shell of itself. Kai wasn’t allowed to be herself for 9 whole years. And even if she now is technically allowed to be herself, she has a family that loves her as she is, she can’t. She’s in the public eye. Kai has to be happy, happy, happy.

So kai clings to the affection. She doesn’t know how to provide it for herself, so she relies on others to provide it for her.

Kai clings to love.

Kai clings to praise.

Hell, it’s all over her story!

Kai clings to Paul and Emma’s unconditional love, despite the fact she’s only known them for two days.

Kai allows herself to be Melissa’s cat because she calls her a “good person kitty”.

Kai goes to watcher world with Bill because he’s nice to her.

i think, at her core, kai is still that little girl, chasing the affection she never got.