#WENT ON A ROLLERCOASTER

[astro-inthestars]

HAP BORF ASTRO!!

hope ya had an awesome flippin bday, dude!

— a stray jammers :p

YEAH!!! BORN!!!!

Went to like an arcade with a roller coaster with my PARTNER so FUCK YEAH I HAD FUN

[starrblossom12]

Sometimes history repeats itself but backwards; in which the be-header proceeds to run away making monkey noises and the life dynamic is reversed.

[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy – Part 2: A Heartthrob with Loser Rizz

So, Tim Drake is Gotham’s newest heartthrob. Cool, right? Except, well… there’s one tiny problem.

For all the brooding good looks, the sharp jawline, and that mysterious allure that has Gotham swooning, Tim Drake has absolutely no game. Like, zero. Nada. It’s a full-blown mystery how this man, who looks like he belongs on magazine covers, can be such a disaster in the romance department.

It all started with his date after that iconic moment when he rolled into the Batcave in that tailored suit. Everyone expected the night to go smoothly. It was Tim, after all—Mr. CEO, Mr. I-Can-Run-A-Multi-Billion-Dollar-Company. Surely, that would translate to his love life, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, Dick was the first to catch Tim yawning over his third cup of coffee. “Rough night?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Tim just groaned, “I fell asleep on the rollercoaster.”

Dick blinked. “Wait, you fell asleep? On the rollercoaster?”

Tim sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I hadn’t slept in two days, and it was… kinda relaxing? The adrenaline and all.”

And that was just the beginning.

Steph found out later that Tim had somehow managed to spill soda on his date twice—once while trying to explain a complicated merger (because who doesn’t love business talk on a date?) and then again when he tripped over his own chair. By the end of the night, his date probably thought she was being pranked.

Cass, being Cass, summed it up perfectly: “Tim is Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but he’s also Gotham’s most awkward date.”

Jason, of course, had to weigh in. “This is the same guy who walked into a glass door because he was distracted by a text.”

Let’s not forget the infamous “flower shop incident.” Tim, trying to be romantic, went to pick up flowers before another date, but things quickly went south. How? Well, let’s just say, when you knock over five vases, trip into a display of roses, and end up covered in petals, it’s hard to look suave.

By the time the Batfam heard about that little misadventure, Damian had had enough. “Drake, how is it that you have the charisma of a plank of wood?”

Still, Tim doesn’t mean to be such a disaster. It’s just, well, life seems to have it out for him when he’s trying to impress someone. He once spent an entire dinner talking about the intricacies of encryption algorithms—his date didn’t even make it to dessert. And don’t even mention the time he thought bringing homemade spreadsheets to a movie date would be cute. (Spoiler: It wasn’t.)

Yet, somehow, despite all of this, the mystery of Tim Drake continues to deepen. People are still thirsting after him. The forums are still buzzing with talk of his “quiet charm” and “endearing quirks.” Even his awkward moments somehow manage to add to his appeal, giving him this relatable, down-to-earth vibe that no one in Gotham can seem to resist.

And so, the Batfamily remains baffled. Tim may be Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but when it comes to actual dating?

He’s a disaster wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit.

[kelin-is-writing]

He has the prettiest hands in the serie, we get it! Really! We do! 😭

[quiet-gal]

Shoutout to rollercoasters!!!! I love being autistic and hyperfixating over rollercoasters!!!! I love learning and talking about different models and materials and manufacturers!!! I love their evolution and history as well as telling my friends just how safe they really are (rollercoaster accidents are more rare than plane crashes)!!!!!!! I love waiting in line whether it’s 15 minutes or 2 hours!!!! I love how hard the ride ops work and I wish I could tell them all just how much I appreciate what they do!!!! I love their elements like loops and immelmann’s and cobra rolls and bunny hills!!! I love airtime and laterals!!!!!! I love treating myself to their merch!!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE ROLLERCOASTERS!!!!!!!

[the-holy-ghosted]

i dont think we talk enough about john bridgens and henry peglar. just like in general. and that is a crime

[b4kuch1n]

hahaha wheee haha

[balladofareader]

I love how some assume Grayson had therapy and no one is asking how the therapist is...he/she must've been like 😐🤨🙃🫠😬😱😭💀

[francolapintogf]

THE SCHUMACHER FAMILY

[frosty-tian]

Can we see what Oaken looked like as a kid?

Something along the lines of this.

(The holes on the sides of his head are supposed to be for hearing (so similar to owl ears), but still debating about it.)

Fun/Weird fact.:

Due to them being a hybrid, Oaken ages two times faster than an ’average’ human child (this appears to be a staple characteristic of hybrids born from a Cybertronian carrier), but the rapid growth suddenly stopped once they reached 18, where he then ages slower than a constipated snail that’s trying to travel in a snow storm.

He didn’t really manage to make any friends until adulthood due to multiple factors (skipping grades constantly, autism, being a hybrid and trying very hard to hide his identity for a while), and certainly doesn’t miss their childhood that much.

Also, some of his clothing (when he needed to wear them anyways) are hand-me-downs from Cody!

[flowercrowncrip]

Me at the beginning of my counselling session: I really don’t understand why I’m dreading this medical test I’m having tomorrow. I’ve experienced much more painful procedures so it really doesn’t make sense why I’m dreading it so much.

Me by the end of the counselling session: huh, I guess that many of the investigations and procedures I’ve had over the years have felt incredibly invasive and dehumanising which would leave scars on its own even without the trauma from life threatening illness. It makes sense that those feelings are coming up now, even if the situations are different.

[bl-inded]

Okay but Mohk is such a green flag. It hurt me to watch this episode 😭. Like we've known for a few episodes now that mohk cares deeply for Day. He himself only put words to that feeling this episode.

Call it whatever you want but he is starting to realise this is more. And it hurts because the thing he struggles with most is if he is wanted. The previous episodes even pointed out that he broke up with Porjai because he didn't want to burden her.

With all that in mind the way he treats August is of someone who genuinely believes in Day's happiness. He doesn't assume he knows better. He doesn't assume he's the one who has to "protect" Day. Don't get me wrong, he's protective. he's always there in case he does need him, but he tries to let him fight his own battles.

There is a certain kind of jealousy that always gets glorified in media. And i get it's appeal. But this kind of jealousy - the kind where you want to be the helper (or the match maker as Mohk says). Where you have to be aware of yourself and your place- that speaks to me way more. It's the kind of jealousy where you aren't claiming ownership, but you're wishing you could be their safe space. And if you can't you will make them that safe space even if it's at the cost of your feelings.

Here's the thing though. Mohk is Day's safe space. He's the first person Day looks for when he feels overwhelmed. His absence at the party clearly affected Day too. Mohk is his shoulder to cry on, his narrator, and his eyes. He's someone Day knows he can rely on without feeling like he's being 'taken care of'. And yet.

Honestly. I get it. You do not get over your lifelong crush that easily. Realising your feelings for one person does not automatically get you guidebook on your own feelings. It's hard every time. (And upto this exact moment I was fully ready to defend August and his actions but the "I kissed him coz I pity him" thing really had me seething)

And Jimmy. Sir. The actor that you are. I felt his pain and confusion throughout the episode. The despair, the longing, the butterflies, the desire. Doc. UNFAIIIIRRRR

Based on nothing but the way he was looking at Day in this scene I knew we were getting a kiss. He manages to pack sooooo much emotion in those eyes I was DYING IN ANTICIPATION OVER HERE. I knew Jimmy and Sea were going to ruin us with this series and I was right. Damn.

[gunsatthaphan]

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

[silveryao]

This is probably the dumbest way I had to fall for a new ship, well if you are curious I'd say little have I known I would come down that battle of allspark ride in universal to somehow ship MegOP without any previous knowledge of TF whatsoever... (i didn't even know why I would in the first place, it's just a ride!!)

My brain must have played tricks on me. Anyway I still barely watched much content yet but somehow find myself doodle already...(I'll catch up when I have time)

So i apologize and dump and run

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 7

June and Aedes exchange choice words (too bad their choices suck)

This chapter deals with miscommunication and conflict regarding consent between the two, as well as themes of shame surrounding intimacy.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13 @naive-bias @soapysoap69

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 6

Next Chapter: Chapter 8

Word count: 1722

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization, Minor injuries, Whump, Panic (onset panic attack), Conflicting feelings of consent

What had once been unintelligible whispers, hushed words on muggy breaths, now suddenly were raw shouts. Pleading- though not to continue, but instead begging to stop. June freezes, feeling as if she's been broken out of a trance. To her horror she tastes blood on her tongue - The taste of power turning sour in her mouth. Her eyes immediately fall to his body, catching sight of the angry red markings that drag along his pale frame- raw and bruised. No… She’d been careful, hadn’t she?  Her stomach drops, weighed down by the heavy realization of her actions.

 It… it had just been teasing, right?  

Her gaze flicks to his face and she falters. The once piercing stare had turned to wide eyes, brimming with tears. There's a desperation in his eyes, though nothing about it feels romantic. No, instead all she can see in his expression in terror. No, no, no- I went too far. I shouldn’t- Did I hurt him? She can barely keep pace with her mind, thoughts racing yet she herself feels frozen in place- Stunned as she stares at him. 

Between her pinched fingertips, June feels his hands shake, fists clenching and unclenching involuntarily within her grasp. She swallows the lump that rises in her throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. A string of expletives fill her thoughts at the physical manifestation of his panic, He’s shaking. Oh God- he’s shaking so much... She releases her grip on his wrists, though even as she lets go of his arms, his near palpable panic does not subside. He scrambles to all fours, shakily resting on his haunches in her palm.  Face white, he gasps for air as if he’s been choking, all the while his gaze refuses to meet hers. 

June's throat tightens, She hadnt meant to- a ruthless voice in the back of her mind stops her, the truth in the words cutting as if it were a blade, Oh but you did. You wanted this. You wanted to scare him, didn't you?

She doesn't want to look at him- doesn't want to see what she's done, but her eyes are glued to him, watching the rapid heaving of his chest as if watching a car crash- the wreckage mesmerizing in the most horrific of ways.

June tries to keep her hands steady, but the sight of the terror on his face and quickly forming bruises on his skin make her stomach churn with regret. What had she just done?? Why would she scare him like that? 

A chilling question snakes its way to the forefront of her mind, 

Why did she like it?

Part of her feels as though a rug has been pulled out from underneath her. When had it stopped being playful? The thought of him looking into her eyes, his expression nothing short of lecherous as he told her to play with him… to indulge. The thrill and desire that had been coursing through her veins seemed to turn rancid, as if the sickening realization of her depravity was poisoning her. She felt dirty- as if part of her had been irreparably tainted- Stained not just by her actions, but the pleasure those actions had wrought. 

As her mind raced, Aedes remained frozen in place, face wet with tears.  Moments ago the tiny man had seemed larger than life, but the sight of him frantic and trembling in her hand was a painful call back to reality. He looked small. He looked terrified. 

June swallows.

Now was not the time to dwell on her own remorse. 

"H-hey, it's okay. It's over. I'm done. Shhh. Please don't cry." she coos, trying to keep her voice soft and steady. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Stop.” Despite his distressed appearance, there is an eerie steadiness to his voice. He sounds hollow. Though despite the firmness of his command, he does not look at her. Instead, he stays motionless on all fours, staring at the meat of her palm. 

“Why…” The warm flirtatious lilt is gone. His voice cold and harsh, like ice to her ears, “WHY would you do this?”

“I..I’m sorry. I thought-” 

“You thought!" He scoffs, "You thought WHAT exactly??” His gaze snaps up to hers, his eyes filled with rage, “You thought I would like that?? That I would enjoy-”

“Yes!” The words fall freely from her mouth before he mind even registers she's speaking “You said play with me! You said to indu-”

June watches in horror as his face goes red, the look of hatred etched into his features is unmistakable. He stands, his legs wobble on the uneven surface, but June doesn’t dare to help him. 

“Do you think this is funny? This was just a fun game, right?” The anger and accusation in his voice cuts deep. Though his shirt now hides most of the damage, she can still see the bright red trail of those angry marks peaking out, and the quickly forming bruises along his chest. 

“No, I…” June finds herself at a loss for words, her gaze flicking between his eyes and the raw scapes along his flesh. 

Aedes eyes narrow.

“No?” He scoffs, “No what?”

“No, I don't think this is funny. I- I thought… “ June pauses, despite the gravity of the situation, the gap between her thoughts and her voice feels like a chasm. The right words elude her, dancing just beyond her reach, leaving June trapped in a silence built of her own inadequacy. She takes a breath, desperately trying to reign in her own emotions. Her words didn’t need to be perfect, but they needed to be true. 

“You bit me!” His face is flushed and his teeth are bared. June's jaw clenched. She feels herself growing frustrated. She’d told him she was going to- he had played along! She could admit she went too far, or that she had been too rough- but was he just going to act like he hadn't been playing along?

“Aedes, I really did think you were enjoying it. The way you were speaking to me… it did feel like a game, but one that you were playing along with. I-I didn’t mean to scare-”

“Lets not forget you bit me first!” June feels the frustration rising in her voice,

“Well, my apologies for trying to survive.” Aedes voice nearly drips with sarcasm, the offense to her words clear as day, “I was starving. I needed food.”

Food.

June cringes at the word. The thought of being referred to as food had a wrongness to it. It felt… dehumanizing… violating. There was something deeply devaluing about the concept, as if her own sentience was being overlooked. She grits her teeth, trying to quell the unease rising up within her thoughts. The situation was so bizarre; He’s a vampire. He needs blood. Logically, she knows it's not like he could just casually ask to feed on someone, but to refer to her as food? It felt…. Stripping. 

June sighs, reminding herself once again that this wasn’t about her. He’s so small. Of course all of this would be terrifying to him. I hurt him, I freaked him out. He has every right to be angry. Her attempts to try and see things from his perspective help calm her in a way, but they also seem to reinforce the reality of this situation. Up until now, everything had felt so fast paced. One moment she had been sleeping at the next, she was getting handsy with a pocket sized vampire who had broken into her room. The whole ordeal would be hilariously absurd if it wasn’t for the very real emotional reactions. 

“Aedes please. I’m sorry. This… This is all very strange. You’re a strange little creature in my house-”

“Oh, this is strange for you, huh? A strange little creature in your house?” There's a mocking tone to his voice, an unmistakable sarcasm. June feels herself bristle at his words. The annoyance in his voice is clear, “Is that all I am? Some strange little creature? Some pest that intruded into your house? Some little bug?!" He practically spits out the last word, fear replaced by an accusatory anger wielded like a knife. 

For fuck’s sake-

"An annoying little creature drinking my blood? Sounds like a mosquito to me…" The words tumble forth without a second thought, snarky and blunt. 

The instant the words pass her lips she regrets having responded at all. 

June watches as her insult seems to hit him physically - Aedes taking a small step back as if pushed by the weight of the words. A look of panic crosses his face, a mix of disbelief and horror, before being replaced with something much more potent; rage.

"You… You-” He sputters for a moment, his fingers flexing as if clawing at the air before tightening to fists at his side, his movements stiff and erratic- almost jagged. “ENOUGH!" his voice comes forth nearly as a roar, furious and raw.

He jabs an accusatory finger at her, “You’re fucking vile- a sick creature - nothing but worthless flesh to carry worthless blood!” Each word is hissed through gritted teeth, and bared fangs. June flinches- though at what she’s not quite sure; His yell, his teeth, his words. She feels tears sting at her eyes as regret for her own hastily spilled words rises in her chest. She had meant for them to sting, but not to cut- not like this. An apology starts to form on her tongue but withers away as she watches Aedes’ anger suddenly evaporate- a stunned expression slowly crossing his face, as if taken aback by his own words. A shaky hand rises to cover his mouth, almost like he was trying to physically swallow back his words. 

With what little space he has on her palm, he takes another step back, his legs unsteady beneath him. June curls her fingers instinctively as he wobbles back- a tiny sob escaping his throat as his eyes settle on her own.

"Please." His voice is barely audible.

A lump rises in June’s throat at the sight of fear and panic returning to his features.  His voice catches, and the once raw shouts quickly return to nearly unintelligible whispers.

"I-I'm sorry. I... I didn't- I didn't mean it... I didn't mean to... I... I'm sorry."

[dear-ao3]

ah that feeling when you’re one seminar and 200 observation hours away from getting your [redacted] certification and you spend the summer at your parents house because there’s supposed to be a seminar in the end of may oh wait no now it’s july oh actually nvm it’s august and wait actually jk now it’s september but hold on! that doesn’t work cause you need to be done by september so you panic text your mom and your mentor and miraculously find one in cali that you can go to in two weeks but then wait there’s one in orlando in four weeks but no one knows the dates or if there’s availability and or when they will know and you’re kind of stressed cause you still need 200 observation hours but somehow also just ready to give up and let it happen and oh btw the whole organizations webpage is down for maintenance and you really just want to know where you’re booking your flight to and how many granola bars you need to pack