#SO good ppl

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day six

tfa optimus prime

tws/content- masturbation, food play, feeding kink, size proportions are fucked sorry, optimus doesn’t know the name of the foods so neither will you, sticky self service, robots eating human foods, sensory play (?)

Optimus knows that this is not the best idea. Consuming organic foods was possible, probably. This might’ve been the type of thing that Bumblebee, or maybe even Prowl would try. Optimus feels very… out of place laying on his chassis with a small bowl of organic fruits in front of him.

But when, other than right now, would he get a chance at this?

With a glance at his door to make sure it’s closed, he lets his valve paneling retract. Worries start to lace his wandering thoughts. What if the fruit was gross to him? Would it alter his frame? What if it makes him sick? What if he gets sick and has to explain to Ratchet why he’s sick? Primus, that would be embarrassing.

Optimus, quite forcefully, mentally shoves these thoughts out of the way and lets one of his servos wander down to his array. It’ll be fine. No reason to worry. Bumblebee had eaten crackers before and been fine, he shouldn’t be worried about eating something healthier than that.

He’s quickly reminded that in the recent events and interactions with the Decepticons he has had zero to no time for his more personal ‘needs’. Spreading his stabilizers a little wider, he reaches for the first experimental treat.

He’s careful in taking it out of the bowl, scanning over the fruit. It’s small, no bigger than the tips of his digits, and a deep dark indigo color. He had seen Sari eat these by the handfuls, they must be somewhat palatable for her to like them, right?

Absolutely correct. The fruit seems to pop with sweet flavor as he starts to chew. He notices that it’s left a small purple stain on his servo plating, probably on his lower derma, too.

After swallowing the fruit, he realizes that all his former worries were silly. He, now a bit amused, reaches for what looks to be a bigger, more plump version of what he had consumed. Lazily circling his outer node, he pushes the nameless fruit past his dermas.

It’s nothing like the last one, to his surprise. Flavor seeps through where it was formerly connected to a vine, it’s almost akin to the taste of cheap high grade, not that he minded. The texture was not that different, but this one has small, almost unnoticeable seeds.

He scans through the selection, picking up two of the almost half circle white ones. He turns one over in his servo, still chewing, to see the thin red skin that had protected the fruit inside.

The prime stuffs his intake once more, shoving his helm down into the soft blanket. The crescent shaped treats reminded him of a candy he loved from his academy years. He sucks on the fruit, savoring the flavor.

Who knew Earth could be so similar and different from Cybertron at the same time?

The organic plant crunches loudly in between his denta, it creates a whole new texture, completely different from the prior two. Optimus swallows, once again reaching for the bowl.

This one is cube shaped and light red, but not exactly pink in color. Juice drips down his faceplates as he bites the cube in half, he hums in surprise. Its not as sweet as the other ones, and it gushes with sweet liquid when he chews on it. He licks his digits after eating the second half, pressing on his array harder. Optimus moans, squirming and beginning to grind against his servo.

Picking another one out, he shortly scans over the fruit before placing it on his glossa. It’s bright red and bubbly looking, the saturation of flavor is much higher than the rest. His spike presses up against it’s housing, but he doesn’t let the panel slide away.

The next one he picks is cut into thick cylindrical shapes, a sort of cream color. Optimus almost squishes the fruit between his digits, sliding it onto his glossa and tasting the sweet and gentle flavor it had to offer.

Arousal keeps on building in his tanks, it creates a tight feeling in his core that makes it harder to focus on what’s in his intake. The prime whines, wishing he had more of the crunchy slices from earlier. He licks the residue left on his digits, sucking on them to draw more of the vaguely sweet flavor out.

His optics flare when he rubs his outer node again, with a side-to-side motion. He groans, vents growing quicker and his frame trembling.

Overload slams into his circuits like a truck, it makes him tense hard on his berth, arching his back strut and snapping his stabilizers shut. He does his best not to knock the bowl over, it would make his sheets a mess.

He feels so light as he slowly recovers from that mind-shattering overload, reality slowly rushes back into his frame. He relaxes, going totally limp and letting himself just wallow in the relief.

He sighs, knowing that he’s not going to be able to do this same thing in quite a while. But he doesn’t care at the moment. All he really cares about right now are the licks of afterglow he feels in his core.

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[hinamie]

I don't want to regret the way I lived

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[gaybuckybarnesss]

MANNY JACINTO Star Wars: The Acolyte UK Premiere

[lotus-pear]

horrendously late entry for @luneariann’s dtiys!! congrats on one million ely i’m so proud of you <3

[rockingthegraveyard]

Every time Jason has a positive interaction with a kid people will make posts with various panels were he saved or was just gentle with children but it always gets me when when this kid is added

like Jason wasn't talking to him with his hand on his gun the whole time.

Jason is all for protecting kids but he's also like...

[ashwii]

!!!! I WILL NOT BE TAKING ANY OVERALL SLANDER, THIS IS *SUCH* A GOOD FIT ON HIM HE LOOKS SO GOOOOODD

Alts under the cut

I actually really really like the full body donnie on the left. One of my favorite drawings in a LONG time -w-

[brawcolie]

Human softboots + a waltz:)

[mwagneto]

sorry idk but the way the world is so fast and the people in it still want it to be faster is sooo annoying to me. people groaning while standing in line for 3 minutes people being mad the train ride is gonna take 2 hours people complaining that the bus is a few minutes late people being angry that construction work is taking months even though it used to take decades. don't you see the world is already so so so fast in every single aspect can't you understand that being mad will do nothing and just make your mood worse. enjoy the moments of stillness you're given. just stand in line and look at the people around you. sit on the train and watch the scenery. you'll get there.

[beesleeps]

"kabru doesn't even like laios"

meanwhile, kabru:

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[starwarjotta]

looking for someone on Tatooine

[tahopo]

yeah…….team