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[kaiisens]

seriously politicians in canada will put on an orange shirt and say a land acknowledgment right before holding a press conference to explain that they’re going to inject straight up mercury into the ground of reserves

[lime-bucket]

🗣YOU'RE LISTENING TO-🗣

*jet engines powering up*

💥DECEPTICON RADIO💥

*💢CH-CH-CH-CLICK-WHIRR-CLANK-KSHH💢*

ITS TIME TO TRANSFORM🔥& RISE UP!!✈

*screams & explosions noises*

This aint your standard autoboobs station😈

*radioactive by imagine dragons starts playing*

[nezz-cringe-crib]

if death note took place in 2024 i am entirely convinced that L would refer to the taskforce as chat

[virginreprise]

desperate to find a joel miller fic that’s 60k-200k words, slowburn so that’s there’s a hint of anticipation that makes me stay awake just that little longer to see if they finally kiss but not too slow that that they don’t even touch each other until chapter 57, a whole heap of angst and turmoil followed by sweet smut that makes me flustered, and decent enough writing thats at least grammatically correct. hoping for such gifts before christmastime please and thank you.

[stoletia]

STOLAS and BLITZØ in Mastermind (2x11)

[succulentlesbians]

With her powers, Daisy should be able to project sounds if she really practiced at it. I think that objectively, she could at least recreate sound waves that she’s heard/sensed because all sound is just air being pushed around. Maybe being able to speak spontaneously would be a stretch to create, but simply copying vibrational patterns seems possible.

Cue people thinking their base is haunted because daisy is playing pranks.

[lvlcurrent]

saw old video of satans voice before they changed his voice direction -> cried a little bit

[alastorbeaux]

If the theory that Lillith owns Alastor's soul (and that's why the two were missing for the same time and his random obsession with the hotel) is true. Did Lillth tell Alastor some things to make him hate Lucifer from the jump? He is glaring glaring at him and this was before Lucifer started insulting him.

Alastor knew exactly how to get under Lucifer's skin by insinuating he's practically Charlie's stepdad.

***For people that don't know, originally Alastor was supposed to not have any issue with Lucifer if they ever meant per Viv herself in a stream so this is a major switch up.

[nitroish]

heyyy my commissions are open !! only taking three at the moment :) you can find my commission information on tumblr or my carrd !! here are some examples of my work !!

[ note: fullbody commissions aren't available this time! sorry! ]

[agent-sapphire]

just noticed Five doesn't even react when how Ben dies is revealed... s4 Five truly did not give a shit about his siblings cause what the fuck-

[kaiisens]

megatron is very funny because all his ship names sound so stupid except megop. megarod. megarung. minmegs. megawave. i hate him so much

[lime-bucket]

we hear it often how G1 showrunners werent aware of optimus impact on fans when they killed him off but i dont think theyve evrer caught on the monster they created that is skystar.like the writers really cooked one of the few serious and sad moments in g1,gave it to the traitorous screechy birdie screamer with his gentel shuttle, and barely touch on it back fr the rest of the series.

and yet fans latched on this dynamic with strong grips decades afterwards. acting like they got a mission to concoct the most angsty fics/art across every single TF continuity,in wich most of them it isnt even implied that starscream have any past relationship with skyfire

but did that stopped the skystar truthers? hell no and honestly i think that is so slay of them

[acaivert]

reunion ☆. ☽

happy vijinx week my lovelies ~

pairings: vi x jinx

warnings: dd:dne, siscon pining alert

On particularly cold nights like this one, Jinx thinks about how warm it was back when she had a home. When she had a family.

Jinxed that one.

She kicked a particularly vulnerable rock, affronted, but did nothing more than that. She didn’t feel like entertaining the little horned voices chewing on the frayed wires of her mind today.

She was tired. More than the surface level kind that anyone could see, where you can trace a map of the hours she hasn't slept under her sunken eyes. She was a deep, to the bone, heavy kind of tired. Maybe you could see it, too. It sure felt like you could. The regular musings of her mind were uncharacteristically silent. She didn't want to fill the empty space either. Not with anything louder than the haunting break of sleep. That and this musty place. It was all she could do to drag herself here every night. To peel in behind a shady somebody and– hopefully– do right for once.

She works her way to the same spot as always, shouldering through the buzzing throng. It was like a masquerade ball, or the opposite. People all around her, some from Zaun, some Pilties, some from somewhere else entirely. They all come to shed their daily normal person masks; to cram into dingy seats and watch the nauseating view below. The quarrelsome yell of a man somewhere behind her pulls Jinx out of her mile long train of thought. Something something “Fuck off,” something something, “I pay to watch, buddy.” Jinx scoffs crudely.

Animals .

A bell rings. It cracks the air, really. The room freezes over. Cold and too silent. Almost sterile. The spasming fluorescent bulbs overhead brighten– impossible white and screeching in Jinx’s ears. Her singed nerves are set alight, heart pounding a distinct threat. Every sense tells her to run, leave . To eject herself from the filth and release the iron grip around her lungs. To spew her stomach contents into the dank, wet alley and run home.

I want to leave .

Not yet.

With screwed eyes, she grips the crimson slip of paper in her clammy hands, working it torturously between her thin fingers. She knows she can drown out the shrieking crowd and the bellowing of the particularly greasy announcer. She can make it just a bit longer. It takes a stubborn amount of quivering breaths, ins and outs, to set her back somewhere close to all right. Though, it’s really all for naught as her ears catch the name in the enthused ring man’s speech. She tracks the black-clad figure that stalks in for every inch.

Poison and tar that had been working deep in her gut bubble up to blanket her glued tongue with bile, and she aspirates on all the selfish air she had just caught. It felt like she was beat to shit– really, thoroughly fucked up– when the world decided, “I’m gonna hit the brakes,” and sent her crashing into it. All the wind knocked out of her.

The woman now standing at the dead center of the pit was inescapably familiar. Recognizable from the square of her broad shoulders to the path her solid muscles took down to her wrapped, bloodied hands. Her face was obscured from here, and Jinx wasn’t sure if the breath she let out was one of relief or desperation. The tail end of it caught with a broken whimper either way. She unwittingly sunk as deep as she could manage into the cover of her hood, becoming increasingly aware of the risk in all of this.

Vi, please. Look at me .

Vi .

Please don’t look up here .

Two distinct voices warred in her mind. Not really fighting. Just pulling at themselves weakly, one trying to outrun the other-- crabs in a bucket. One was a formless want, a juvenile idea pinned with her own greed, crying on her knees and gripped by the jaw. The other was a plea. A whisper etched in uncertainty.

A better fucking idea. Jinx bared her teeth as she thought it.

The little piece of her fell silent at the stab, scraping her knees on the way. Jinx was pleased with how the tension raised at the resolution, choosing to ignore the sting. Without warning the crowd around her roared, rallied, and spit. Jinx followed their reaction back to the center of the pit below. The tatted-up, fat, barbarian of a man was wiped, face flat on the perma-stained cement. Vi stood feet away, her jacket shrugged off at some point, fist pumping in triumph. The jagged edge of her all out war cry was the only thing that cut through the noise. Even though it was ridiculous, Jinx felt a rush of pride at the sight. Under that was a thin line of something that threatened to rear its ugly head at her if she stared too long. A hot, tainted drip of possession. Jealousy.

None of you even know her. She could have beat this guy's ass at half the height.

Vi pivoted to face her half of the ring, and Jinx’s hackled raised.

Get out.

Not yet.

She studied her now that she was in the light, with all of her sharp angles and purpling bruises. Even though she had just taken blows to the face  Predictably, she stares at her lips more than anything else. Shame coiled its snakey grip around her as she chewed at her own lip, cheeks blooming pink. She brushed her gaze over the pull of Vi’s thick bicep, the area of bare skin around her wrapped chest beaded with sweat...

Jinx’s eyes jammed in place, fixed on the way soft, unpainted skin squished over the edge of the dirtied fabric. A regrettable heat swirled with the dread she had been nursing for the hour, and her throat bobbed with her effortful swallow. She wondered how soft she really was there. Wondered if she could sneak into her apartment while she was passed out and find out, press their lips together, slide her tongue over–

Jinx visualized herself swatting at the indecent thoughts, shooing them away and tucking them into their bad little corner. That wasn’t why she was here.

You should leave .

Yeah.

Jinx pocketed the now wrinkled slip of paper– like she didn’t have plenty at home. She glanced around, making sure she wasn’t spotted or followed before she stepped back slowly. One foot behind the other, until Vi, then the pit, then the crowd shrunk. Each footfall spurred a new wash of regret. A new weight to add to her hunched shoulders. Only when she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t catch any lingering piece of her sister did she turn on her heel and push open the busted up metal door, letting the biting night air nip at her still-warm cheeks.

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[romanticnoir]

Sunjae finding Im sol sleeping under his bed and the first thing he does is turn on the fan cuz she’s sweating if that’s not true love idk what is.

[virginreprise]

i wanna run away with joel miller and have him take care of me mentally, emotionally, sexually and financially for the rest of my life.