#alex once said

[alexandraisyes]

A Year Of Discord

If you see this, tag 3 moots to post their Discord summary of the wildest shit/stupidest moments that are ingrained in their brain

Cutely tags my moots:

@valthecircusclown @artyheartz @trash-4u

Give me ur stupid shit I wanna see

This is how you get to know each other people

Some of these say from 'today' they aren't I promise I swear

Also I am properly unhinged I'm not sorry

Also my name changes a lot IM SORRY

(But basically if it starts with "Alex" or ends with "IsGlue" it's me)

[yrsonpurpose]

“C’mere,” he says, surging up to kiss Alex, and he’s putting his whole body into it now, sliding his hands down to palm at Alex’s ass as he kisses him. Alex feels a sound tear itself from his throat, and he’s following Henry’s lead blindly now, kissing him deep into the mattress, riding a continuous wave of Henry’s body.

[atopvisenyashill]

I was twelve when my father died And he was holding me I couldn't seem to die

[icebluecyanide]

I saw people talking about that scene where Yassen shot Max as a huge betrayal of Alex and it's kinda funny to me like yeah he involved Alex in a murder but also I cannot emphasise enough that Alex decided to join a criminal organisation. People have been telling him he'll need to kill for days now, Alex has watched them kill multiple people already, I get that it sucks for him but you cannot team up with a known killer and be that shocked when actually his secret extra mission was to kill

[a-s-levynn]

[huginsmemory]

I feel like Alex Hirsch releasing Book of Bill 9 years after gravity falls finished is exactly the same as Monster University being released 12 years later then Monsters INC but instead of it being like, a supportive movie of people who didn't get their dreams, its a book that resonates with the original teenage audience that adored Bill and the bill/dipper ship at the exact time that the people who were in there teens are now in there mid-late twenties and starting to sexualize older men in mainstream fandom spaces (yes, there is a direct correlation between tumblrs aging userbase jokes about kitchen appliances and old man yaoi jokes) to get the same audience back in and hooked on Billford (something which was always subtextually implied and now essentially canon). Like this man knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

[nick-cassidy]

frederikvestiofficial: Turning my @/principiabikes into wall art! Thanks to @/ollicaldwell for the help

[s0fter-sin]

metalhead ghost who’s been in moshpits since he was a kid and is now a veteran of the scene and the self appointed look out. he keeps an eye out for anyone falling or passing out, kicks the shit out of anyone crowd killing or putting their hands where they shouldn’t

and he’s been keeping an eye on the punk in the kilt since he saw him throw himself headfirst into the wall of death

he looks like the type to start shit - loud and aggressive as anyone else here but a punk doesn't end up at a metal show for no reason - but there's also something niggling at him that he's gonna end up getting himself hurt. and ghost can’t tell if he’s going to do it on purpose

if he does, ghost needs to know. he uses these places as an escape - the music, the violence, the community - always has and he knows all to well how easily an escape can curdle and become destructive. he’s seen too many people lost to the darker parts of the scene, almost lost himself to it; he doesn’t want it to happen to anyone else if he can help it

so when he sees the punk sweating his mohawk off, his movements becoming looser and uncoordinated, he has no issues with yanking him out of the pit and pulling him away from the crowd; pushing him up against the venue wall and ordering him to open his mouth

the glaze that falls over his eyes concerns him even as he obediently lets his mouth fall open. he was right; the punk’s severely dehydrated, tongue and gums far to pale and along with the look in his eyes, he half-thinks he’s about to drop

he reflexively tightens his hold on his jaw to keep him up and the punk shivers, a flush creeping up his neck. an almost confused arousal joins the haze in his eyes and ghost smirks beneath his mask

looks like metal shows aren’t the only thing the punk is new to

[duckduckbudgy]

this is peak old married couple energy

[crimsonicarus]

Hozier, eat your young - The amazing devil, that unwanted animal - Fatimah Asghar, How'd your parents die again? - Cecelia Ahren, if you could see me now - Ezra Koenig, vampire weekend - @solitary sister - Unknown.

[w1ld-wr1t3r]

You guys are so nice and I really appreciate it. I have a little New Year's treat for you in return: another sneak peek at the Transformers AU! This is a longer (~1700 words) segment that has a little bit of angst but also has some super sweet Norrix fluff mixed in (the angst is not Norrix-centric, don't worry).

Quick disclaimer that I'm playing a bit fast and loose with Transformers lore, so I don't know how accurate some of my worldbuilding is, and I'm basing the story pretty much exclusively off of what was established in Transformers One (with a few liberties taken with parts of the plot). This is also just a first draft, so it might be cleaned up or changed a lot by the time the final version is published! If anything discussed in this excerpt is unclear, I promise it'll all tie together when the full story is finished. You can ask questions if you're really curious!

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“Hey,” Lando said, looking around with a frown. “Where’s Martijn?”

Before anyone could answer, an excited whoop echoed from the sky. And over their heads shot a jet, plated with gleaming black metal.

Lando looked up in awe, smiling as he realized who it was. “Never mind,” he said with a wide smile.

“Whoa,” Charles said, blinking up at the light that glinted off of Martijn’s wings. “I thought aircraft were rare!”

“They are,” George responded. “Most Transformers can shift into cars, then trucks are next, then bikes . . . that’s why jets are so desired by the High Guard. There’s so few of them.”

Martijn made another loop overhead, his joyous laughs ringing out. Lando couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He was flying like he was born to be in the air. He was so happy, so free.

“Look at him go!” Alex said excitedly. They watched Martijn arrow towards the horizon, picking up speed and passing their group with a sonic boom.

The echoes of Martijn’s joy spurred Lando into action, and with a laugh, he transformed back into a car and sped after him. His energy was too infectious to ignore. His friends sputtered in confusion for a few moments, but with their pursuers gone, they let him go without any real fuss.

“Let him go have fun,” George said, smiling as his friend rocketed out of earshot. “He’s just a bot in love, after all.”

Keeping his eye on the sky, Lando weaved down the slope. He picked up speed, opening up the throttle. He felt the air sweeping past him, his form cutting through it like a knife, and could only imagine how it felt for Martijn, rocketing through the sky.

Martijn looped around again, weaving through the clouds. Lando gunned the engine and leapt over a gap, letting out a whoop that caught Martijn’s attention. He looped down in a tight circle as Lando swerved into a donut. They were both laughing, feeling joyous and free.

“Race you to the riverbed!” Lando yelled, driving down the slope again. Martijn laughed and spun, arrowing upwards to get his bearings then rocketing down the mountain, weaving through the sky above Lando.

Lando was sure Martijn was faster than him, able to fly over obstacles and built to be perfectly aerodynamic. But the two of them stayed together, Martijn weaving side to side overhead to keep pace with him, and Lando sticking to trails that gave him a clear view of the sky. Their excitement echoed down the ridge, laughing and whooping.

They made it to the riverbed at the same time, Martijn touching down at the same time Lando transformed back into his normal form, running his way. Martijn had just enough time to shift forms and get his feet under him before Lando tackled him, nearly bowling both of them over.

“That was so amazing!” Lando crowed, wrapping his arms around Martijn’s shoulders. “You can fly!”

Martijn laughed, hugging Lando back. “I can fly!” he exclaimed, giggling. “And you – look at how fast you are! You could be a racer!”

Lando felt warmth course through him, and hoped Martijn didn’t hear his cooling fans swiftly turn on. “Ha, I wish. Max is faster than me, you should’ve seen him.”

“He might be fast,” Martijn acknowledged, releasing him from the hug and taking Lando’s hands in his. “But so are you. And you’ve got such a bright spark to go with it.”

Emotion swelled in Lando’s chest, a warm, fuzzy feeling he wasn’t sure how to name. “If I’ve got a bright spark,” he said honestly, “then so do you. You were flying like you were the king of the skies.”

Martijn ducked his head bashfully, speaking before Lando could continue his praise, which he had a lot of. “We all have bright sparks,” he said softly. “We just never knew it before.”

Lando nodded solemnly. Together, their gazes shifted to the bone-dry riverbed, where in old days, energon would have flowed freely. Neither of them had ever known a world like that. They hadn’t even known the truth of how it had crumbled before now. They had been lied to since they had been born.

But now they knew the truth. And maybe together, they could find a way to spread that truth, and maybe, finally fix the world.

The rumble of engines heralded the arrival of their friends, and they both turned in their direction. They were all fast cars, as sleek and aerodynamic as Lando. Charles, George, and Alex were all sports cars like him, luxurious and sleek. Max, however, was clearly built for sheer, powerful speed. He had wings to help him slice through the air, and a body that hugged the ground. Lando had no doubt that, had he been able to transform, Max would’ve won the Iacon 5000 without even trying.

“That was so cool!” Alex said, transforming back to his normal form first. “You can fly!”

Martijn chuckled in amusement. “Yeah, I’ve been informed.”

“You were so fast!” Charles exclaimed, shifting next. The others soon followed.

“I think Lando was in awe,” George said with a chuckle. “Did you have a good race, lovebots?”

Lando’s fuel tank felt like it did a weird little somersault inside of him. George was being silly, right? He and Martijn were just friends. Really, really good friends who really liked to spend all the time they could together. And hug a lot. And –

“You guys know we can’t dawdle, right?” Max said, sounding less than amused. “There’s still a tyrant enslaving our people, after all.”

Everyone was a bit taken aback by his seriousness. Lando got why he was a little stressed – hell, he was pretty sure they all were. But couldn’t they just enjoy their new cogs, even for just a little bit?

“We know, Max,” Martijn said, releasing Lando’s hands. Lando missed his warmth already. “We haven’t forgotten.”

“Good,” Max said. “Because we need a better plan than just ‘storm the capital.’”

“Well, we have this, right?” Lando said, tapping his arm port and opening the recording that Prost had given them. “It’s a universal recording format. We could plug into the city comms and –”

Suddenly, Max reached over and plucked the chip right out of his arm. “Here, let me have it. I’ve got this.”

“Um . . .” Lando protested, as Max slotted it into his own data port. “Are we, uh, sure that’s – I mean, we’re working together, right? You don’t have to, like, take over or anything.” He winced at how Max jabbed at buttons, flipping through the recording with a little too much recklessness for his taste. “And, uh, you need to be careful with that, yeah?”

He was prepared to keep going, but Max cut him off with a glare. Slowly, he growled, “I’ve. Got. It.”

Everyone was caught off-guard by the coldness in his voice. It sounded very unlike the friend they had always known.

All of them had taken the truth hard. But Lando was beginning to worry that Max was taking it harder than any of them. He hadn’t even commented on Martijn’s new form like the others had, too distracted by his anger at the truth. And he’d been Martijn’s friend longer than any of them.

Is Max going to be okay?

“Um,” Charles finally stammered, breaking the tension. “He, uh, said something about Jos having a son, right? Maybe we can find them and see if they’re willing to help.”

Max scoffed. “That’s a bit of a long shot, Charlie. The kid could be dead for all we know.”

“But they might not be,” George said. “Prost said he knew the kid was born alive and well. If no one’s seen them since, that could be because Jos is hiding them. Think about it. If his lies were ever discovered, then his son could be used against him as a hostage or something. But that can’t happen if no one knows about them.”

“That’s true,” Martijn agreed. “And hey, we don’t know how old the kid was when he left. Maybe he chose to leave. Maybe he was old enough to understand what Jos had done and disagreed with him.”

“And if he did,” Alex added, “then maybe he could help us fight Jos. Give us intel!”

Max looked intrigued, but not convinced. “That sounds great and all,” he admitted. “But how do we even find the kid?”

At that point, the group fell silent again. He had a point. They had no idea where to even begin looking, let alone who this bot was or what he looked like.

Max sighed in frustration. “So we’re back to square one. Great.”

Sensing the group’s uncertainty, Lando finally spoke up again. “Why don’t we focus on finding shelter for the night?” he suggested.

Max looked at him incredulously. “Are you crazy? We can’t just sit down and do nothing, not with what we know!”

“We won’t be doing nothing,” Lando insisted. “We’ll be recharging and planning.”

“But we need to get back to Iacon as soon as possible!” Max countered. “Every second we wait is another second he tears our people down!”

“We won’t make it more than a mile before the sun goes down,” Lando said, growing frustrated. “Do you really wanna be wandering through the wilderness in the dead of night?”

The tension was slowly rising again, but Martijn intervened before things could boil over. “I think we should rest,” he said, stepping closer to Lando again. “We’ve all had a long day. We’ll be better prepared after a good night’s rest.”

Ma huffed for a moment, looking profoundly annoyed. He clearly didn’t like having his plans derailed. And Lando agreed that it was up to them to stop Jos. But they also needed to rest. They were only bots, after all. Not Primes or gods.

The rest of the group was nodding in agreement with Martijn. Finally, Max sighed. “Fine,” he said in exasperation. “Let’s find a cave or whatever.”

He stomped down the riverbank, towards a low peak in the distance. There was likely to be a cave there that they could reach before nightfall. Lando trailed at the back of the group, eyeing Max worriedly. His simmering anger was concerning him.

Martijn fell in step beside him, following his gaze. “Hey, he’ll be okay,” he assured him softly. “He’s just stressed. We’ll all feel better tomorrow.”

Lando sighed, brushing his fingers against Martijn’s. Martijn was probably right. But he couldn’t shake the faint, nagging worry he felt for Max.

“I hope so.”

[flufflecat]

sculpting myself a golden idol

[snoopyracing]

unseens from the 2024 miami grand prix

[mortalscience]

ten caps per episode - Law and Order Criminal Intent - s01e11 - The Third Horseman

Eames: "From locks to lock n load." Deakins: "Next step for Mr. Griscom is lockup."

[loverofracecars]

he’s the best hendrick driver but yall ain’t ready to hear that (this is my excuse to keep posting pictures i have saved of him)

[halojalex]

i just think he’s really neat