#Think about why you are tempted to something

[revelboo]

I just finished reading the latest starscream chapter, and all I can think its the MC going "boys boys, you are both pretty, you don't need to fight over me." It's just something funny that popped in my head

I love the writing, it's fantastic, it saves me from during dead hours at work

Everything is Alright Pt 45

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

• Fully aware of how much his presence is aggravating Soundwave, Starscream props his chin on a fist, wings flared out as far as he can to take up as much space as possible. And he smiles. As amusing as it is to antagonize the communication’s officer, the fact that the other mech has his servos curled around you, your little hands on him is driving Starscream crazy. Making it hard to be still and not just lunge to get to you, because you belong with him. Only him. The sight of you being held by someone else is clawing through his spark.

• Soundwave is making that low, rumbling noise that puts you in mind of a giant, powered on speaker humming through you where his servos are touching you. He’s angry, you realize in surprise. He’s always so in control, so this little show of temper locks your breath in your lungs. Swallowing, you glance from him to Starscream, seeing that sly smirk on your Seeker’s face. The same smile he has whenever he talks about himself, sure and cocky. Deliberately needling Soundwave for some reason. Was he that worried about you or just jealous of the other mech? You’re betting on the latter, knowing how unpredictable he can be when provoked. Especially as you notice the faint tremor of his wings and your heart aches for him. He’s on edge, more upset than he’s letting on.

• Servos flexing as your worried thoughts spill through him, he wants to pull you closer. Soothe away that anxiety beginning to build inside you, but knows trying to do so will only tip Starscream over the edge. As calm as the Seeker is pretending to be, it’s too easy to pick up on that growing instability quickly approaching a boiling point. To realize that any wrong move and the Seeker might lash out to try and take you. And end up hurting you in the process without meaning to. Venting softly, Soundwave picks you up and turns to gently set you on your feet on the floor, reluctantly nudging you toward the Seeker with a servo. You look back at him over your shoulder, your expression easing some. Understanding. “Go, little one,” he says, spark aching. Wanting to pull you back to him. To safety.

• As soon as you’re on the ground, Starscream goes still. Not even looking at Soundwave as you walk to him, head tipping up to smile at him. “Come,” he growls, kneeling to offer you a hand. Satisfaction warming him as you settle yourself in his palm willingly. Lifting you to cradle to his chassis where you belong, he finally lifts his optics to smirk at the communications officer, but Soundwave is watching you. He won, but it doesn’t quite feel like a victory somehow. “Let’s go home.”

• Why does leaving Soundwave hurt? Feel so much like leaving a part of yourself behind? Starscream’s servos tighten around you, warm as he presses you against him so you can feel the thrum of his spark. That sensation calming you as you let your cheek rest against him, because this feeling is home, not his quarters. But Soundwave feels this way, too. Not quite the same, but something you need just as bad. Missing one when you’re with the other. Always torn between them.

• Tension draining away with the feel of you in his servos, he lifts you higher to brush his lips against your shoulder and cheek. Sees your eyes widen in surprise as you lay a little hand on his chin, your face reddening. But not protesting the contact. Not trying to push him away. Tempting him to demand more when you’re both safely inside his quarters. Replace the scent on you with his, feel you in his arms. He can push just a bit, a taste, a touch, won’t ruin anything between you. He needs to believe that. Needs more.

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[cutepethut]

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[thistledropkick]

The comparison between Umino Shota and Stardust Genius era Naito Tetsuya is one I see a lot in the Japanese language side of fandom, but a lot less frequently on the English language side. I think part of that is just because a lot of English language NJPW fans are newer and missed Naito's story when it was happening, and it tougher to go back and learn about these things if you don't know Japanese.

If you want a great summary of Naito's story from failed babyface to the most popular wrestler in the promotion, I highly recommend watching Showbuckle's video essay The Fall and Rise of Tetsuya Naito. Seriously, go watch it instead of reading this, it's extremely good.

Naito and Umino do have some things in common - Most importantly, they both tried to establish themselves as replacements for Tanahashi, inheritors of his position as Ace of the company. They were both similarly rejected by the fans as a result. I understand why people compare them, and I don't think that comparison is wrong.

I do think it's incomplete.

Naito was much more well-established as a wrestler when he was rejected by the crowd. And his mistakes felt like his own mistakes, his story like his own story, something true to him and unique.

Umino is a much newer wrestler, who lacks the experience or establishment in the promotion that Naito had then. But more importantly I think, Umino has a long history of trying to be someone he's not, of taking pieces of other wrestlers and trying to copy them instead of figuring out who he truly is himself.

First, attempting to be a shallow and insincere imitation of Moxley. Then, attempting to somehow combine that with imitating Tanahashi and declaring himself the Ace of New Japan despite lacking the credentials, fan support, or the results to back it up.

I don't think this issue can be solved by having Umino imitating Naito's fall from grace and rise as Ungovernable. Umino doesn't need another wrestler to imitate, or another wrestler's path to follow. He needs to figure out who he is, figure out his own path, and follow that.

And that's why the similarities between Naito's history and Umino's current situation make me nervous. I understand why the company might feel tempted to recreate something that was so successful in the past. But they couldn't turn Umino into Moxley or Tanahashi, and they won't be able to turn him into Naito either. Umino needs to become Umino.

[friendofthecrows]

I miss that brief golden era from like 2012 to 2016 when the online witchcraft community was actually good and full of open minded people looking to learn more and share what they know plus maybe the occasional vampire middle schooler instead of the situation now where it's been taken over by capitalist tiktok transphobes who like to come up with ways to shift to hogwarts via their inherent magical vagina powers and then sell coated quartz to cure cancer instead of seeing doctors.

[the-way-astray]

alright everybody can we please stop tagging me/talking about me in the notes of pro keefe/sokeefe posts. i know strieefe has made it so that it's really funny to talk about how much i love him and how much i'm in denial when i say negative things about him under those posts (and that's all in good fun and not the problem), but we have to think about the fact that the ops are just trying to make a positive post and probably don't want a keefe hater in their notes /srs

[whysamwhy123]

Hmmm. What if I attempted to write a piece of Trash and posted it anonymously?

[bluestsdays]

even though tonight wasn’t exactly how she always imagined it, she’s thankful to be ending it with him, at least, to have him here with her for as long as she’s able. she would claw at whatever scraps of him she could get, once he’s gone; his shirts, his books, all the old pictures and texts stored on her phone. this night, too, how it felt to be so close to him again, his lips skating against her hand, his fingers drawing shapes against the small of her back, offering her comfort. sure, it would all turn into an endless daydream tomorrow, a mere memory, but it was real, tonight. manages to smile up at him softly as he extends his hands to her, intertwining her fingers with his own before pulling herself up with ease, trying to ignore how her stomach churns with anticipation— not sure what for, but she’s felt it building all night, every time they came into contact, even just meeting his gaze across the room. it could’ve been all the memories of their life together surrounding them, sure, but that couldn’t be the only reason. there’s something here, still, between them, she thinks. on her side, at least, considering how many times tonight she’s wanted to lean in and kiss him, to close that insufferable gap, regardless of who’s around. but she hasn’t, no, she’s refrained, just as he has too, no matter how tempting. she nods at him, then, before turning away for only a second to grab the flowers he brought her upon his arrival, to bring them back home so she could paint them before they wilt away. tucks them beneath her arm as her other links with his, to begin their short walk back to her apartment. this was, after all, the building they walked by every day, hoping, wishing, dreaming, speaking this very moment into existence with one another. he really had been with her, every step of the way. all she can think about now, though, walking in step with him once again was his previous words— i wish i could be so much better for you. doesn’t know how that could be possible, thinking about the lengths he went to to get here, in the first place, how far he came just for one night, just for her. just the thought has her hand skimming down the length of his arm, carefully bringing his hand into her own, stealing a glance at him just to make sure it was okay for her to do. it’s not long before they’ve made it to what was once their apartment building, but now was just her own, pausing just outside her door. doesn't even get her keys out, right away; she didn’t want to say goodbye, not yet— god, she never wanted to say goodbye to him again. it’s inevitable, of course, but maybe that’s why she finds herself moving closer to him, now, squeezing his hand in her own, hoping to disguise how it shakes, being this close to him. “ it is true, you know, even if you don’t want to hear it, ” she whispers, gently extricating his hand from hers just to cradle his jaw, thumb skating softly against the bone. “ i’ll never know anyone better than you, miller. ” god, she wants to kiss him so badly, to show him just how much she appreciated him, how much all of this meant to her. tongue wets her lips in anticipation, before she stops herself, trying to maintain what little self-control she had left. but she didn’t want to cross any boundaries first, do anything that might ruin this, deciding to leave it up to him. “ do you want to come inside ? ” it’s spoken breathlessly, barely above a whisper as she looks at him, gaze traveling over his features, once again settling on his lips as she swallows thickly, a glint of something different in her eyes, now. “ or is that a really bad idea ? ”

can feel where her gaze refocuses, where it lingers as they talk, and he knows the meaning behind it, if only because it's the exact same thought that's raced through his own head— how badly he wishes he could kiss her, how much he's wanted to, all night long. the feeling was different, earlier in the night, intended to show her how proud of her he is, of all she's achieved, how lucky he feels to be able to bask in it alongside her, even this small amount. but, it's morphed as the night's progressed, as the feeling overhead has changed, caused the streaks of tears to stain her cheeks, like a kiss could take her pain away, soothe it. it's a line they shouldn't cross, however, one he knows they can't, considering the circumstances; the history between them, where they both are now, in their lives, the complication it would only bring. so, he makes the active decision to ignore where her gaze trails, tip of his tongue wetting at his lips, unthinking, as he diverts his own gaze momentarily. the sound of her laughter draws him back in, just as it always does, heart swelling at the cadence of it, at the thought that he could still draw such a sound from her, especially in a moment like this. a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth because of it, a warmth that's not entirely unfamiliar, a spark of light in the gloom of the evening. keeping his shirts. it's a small thing, maybe, but it's something— a reminder of the thread that still connects them, despite the years and miles that have stretched between them. " i'll let it go this time, " he chuckles lowly, nudging her gently with his shoulder. " only because you can probably give them a much better home, and somehow always managed to look better in them than i ever could. " plus, if that was a comfort he could still provide, then who was he to take that away from her? it had benefited him once, too, coming home to her, to the sight of her draped in a shirt of his, pigments of colour splashed against the fabric. only to wear it the next day, carrying a small piece of her around with him, in the time they spent apart. he bites back any lingering questions, and curiosity to whether they still hold the same purpose to her now, if fletcher's aware of them, of where they came from. he nods at her question, that yes, he came here for her, that he'd travel further, if he had to— he wanted to be here, to see her, celebrate her. no matter if they ended up here, on a bench as they are now. it's what she says next, however, about not being able to have him for long, the question that follows, that has his head dropping; in guilt, perhaps, shame. doesn't have a reply, because she's right, and he couldn't deny that, even if it feels like a sledgehammer to the chest, shattering into jagged pieces. can only nod solemnly, watching the way her thumb traces his knuckles, breath hitched; the world didn't bend for them anymore, no matter how much he wishes it could. the ache only spreads at the mention of being good, when he feels everything but, when he couldn't see any truth behind it, not when he had been the one to leave, so easily, so selfishly; the domino effect. " that's not true, " he whispers back, shaking his head in response. " i wish i could be so much better for you. " can't focus on that now, though, not without feeling like his chest might explode. walking her home, however? that he can do, rising to his feet, extending both hands to her to help her up. " of course, " he agrees. " let's get you home, hm? "

[nyaacatboy]

hey aros/aces of tumblr has anyone else figured out to express the sentiment "I hate it when people complain about being single to me" to allos without them launching into the perfectly valid ways in which they are unhappy with their singleness or conflating "complain about being single" with "talking about dating or being attracted to anyone."

[keroronpa]

its getting bad again but i persist

[phoenixkaptain]

One could argue that my obsession with specifically the bloodier sections of Hannibal, the scenes that show humans in excruciating pain, as well as my obsession with Red Dragon’s depiction of Will’s imagination, painful and attractive in the most disgusting way, both paved the way for my becoming obsessed with such properties as Claustrophilia (a novel that honestly reads like Hannibal got his hands on season 1 Will, I’m dead serious, they even mention Silence of the Lambs, like, author knows) and Saw (a property thay pretty much deals exclusively in human suffering)

It could also explain my fascination with the idea inherent within all these properties, that being the idea that a human who is put through immense suffering might then decide to put other humans through the same or worse. Hannibal put a lot of emphasis on Hannibal himself specifically wanting Will to kill with him, to reveal his inner self, so to speak. Red Dragon Will fears killing people immensely for fear that he would be seduced by the bloodlust curdling inside of him. Claustrophilia, I don’t want to spoil if anyone wants to read it, but it shares that same idea. The only character in Saw who survives a Jigsaw trap without either joining a depressing group therapy session or becoming one of Jigsaw’s many (many) protegés is the lady who cut off her arm in, like, movie 6.

It could also explain why I like the idea of obsessive characters. Characters who are obsessed to the point of murder, characters with the internal motivation that if they cannot have something, no one can. The so-called “yandere” character who would rather kill their love than not have them locked in a box in the basement.

(Does Saw fit this frame? I don’t know, man, that one guy’s “trap” was just talking. All he had to do was sit calmly and have a semi-nice chat with another dude. Who sets that trap up without at least a little hint of obsession? And the glass coffin scene, man, I do not even have to go there, we all know. And carrying around the only remaining body part? Even for planting evidence, like, dude. Dude.)

(Does Red Dragon fit this? Yes. Hannibal literally stabbed Will so Will would be permanently physically changed by him. He gives the Dragon of the title Will’s address in hopes that something will happen that will once again change Will’s entire life so he can never forget about Hannibal. The first time Hannibal talks to Clarice in Silence of the Lambs, he asks about Will and, more specifically, Will’s looks. Red Dragon fits this, I cannot emphasize enough how many murderers want to break Will’s back in any way they can, like, it’s practically an epidemic (it’s two people))

What is it that fascinates me so? The blood? The fuel of all life? The changing a person so fundamentally that they can’t move without thinking of the one who changed them? The holding on too tight? The tragedy? The absolutely hilarious AUs that can be written? Yes.

[honorary-fool]

anyone else feeling the friday the 13th luck?

i accidentally sewed a sleeve on upside-down

upside fucking down

[syncrovoid-presents]

I have been researching Animatronics and it is oh so very very fascinating. The arduino boards vs something complex enough to use a raspberry pi, the types of servos, how you can build a servo without using an actual servo if the servo would be too big, etc etc etc.

The downside is now I look at fnaf animatronics and figure how they may mechanically work and you know what? The Daycare Attendant, if they were real, would be such a highly advanced machine. Not only is the programming and machine learning and large language models of all the animatronics of FNAF security breach super advanced, just the physical build is so technically advanced. Mostly because of how thin the Daycare Attendant is, but also with how fluid their movement is. One of the most top 10 advanced animatronics in the series. (I want to study them)

[rambunctioustoons]

dca/virus au but it's just them tempting you to click on spam links to infect your phone.

[xtodohdohdoyd]

I think the biggest thing that makes gwiles so weird to me is that peter IS RIGHT THERE i get it this is an alternate universe completely different Gwen from the original Gwen but it’s still so weird to me that they’re being romantic while peter is right there like i get it that’s a different Gwen but he loved his Gwen and failed to save her to me it just feels a like they’re just rubbing in, if Peter WASN’T RIGHT THERE I wouldn’t care i still wouldn’t ship it (because i don’t ship anything In spiderverse) but I wouldn’t be as weirded out by it as i am

[rendnotmyheart]

Jason Todd is a Christopher Marlowe (specifically Doctor Faustus) girlie and I stand by that

[halfdeadfriedrice]

it's pride month so i'm promoting lgbtq+ learning at work! what does this mean? someone sent me a suggestion that the training we were promoting had inaccurate descriptions of bi/pan sexuality, I dipped my toe back into the discourse of how those are defined, remembered "it's the same fucking thing" and then changed nothing