#also meg my beloved

[greenticklerdreams]

When a lee can't admit what they want:

[fulgurbugs]

Meg Fire Emblem, please? :)

You got it!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I need to commission my moots more often QwQ

that's it, that's the message.

[kacievvbbbb]

Look how sad Yuuji is at the thought that Gojo could ever think he was forgettable 🥺. Gojo is his sensei and Yuuji loves his sensei, so much.

And Yuuji knows what it is like to feel like one cog in the never-ending curse machine, easily replaceable when broken and that's fine for him (at this point) but he would never let any of his friends think they were replaceable, EVER.

And so I actually don't care what Gege thinks; even it is in the way only one cog can only remember another, Itadori Yuuji will always remember Gojo Satoru.

[nonbinary-nahuyta]

Not feeling color tonight lol anyway here’s them before a show

[essektheylyss]

Rereading Game of Thrones for the first time since high school is wild, because most of what I remember from my friend group all reading them was which characters the boys made fun of, namely Sansa and Bran and Catelyn, and the girls defending them, and now I'm like, I knew we were correct even if we were partially being spitefully contrarian for the sake of it but it is really apparent in retrospect how correct we were.

[dreamaze]

괜찮아 ♡ Self-cam ver. 

[bloodydeanwinchester]

🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 1x16 || Shadow Part 2

[blooming-gwens]

The first 1,200 words of For Everything Chapter Two

Hey guys! I’m really, super excited to be back in action, working on this monster of a fic. It’s still going to take me a considerable amount of time to finish, but to tide you over, I am releasing to you the first 1,200 words of what I am expecting to be a 45-50k chapter. Enjoy~

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Time seemed to slow as she descended from the shadows into a brilliant night sky.

She’d never seen the stars so close before—Glittering like polished jewels caught in the light of a craterous, full, yellow moon.

Not even perched from the highest point of the city had the sky been so crystalline—above her an abysmal sea of a million luminous lights, glinting against the empyrean curve of the fathomless cosmos that retreated further and further away from her, falling out of reach, out of touch—smaller and smaller until they were just pinpoints—until they were absorbed by the silvery clouds she sliced through.

She couldn’t breathe, the air whipping around her stealing any breath she could greedily inhale. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t cry.

There was nothing she could do.

Miguel had warned her. He showed her, as if knowing would be an advantage, as if knowing would slow her fall. As if knowing would inspire her not to take it all for granted—but she did, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she could say to change it now.

And there was so much she wished she could have changed.

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“Wait, I think there might be a way to figure out where the Go-Home-machine sent Miles.”

Gwen didn’t mean to roll her eyes, but she also didn’t fight the instinctual movement that reflected the otherwise unwarranted annoyance that curled through her. To be fair, the feeling had been festering for the past four minutes as she petulantly sat through a whirlwind of ideas—some good, some bad, some questionable at best.

That had been the first time Margo had chimed in through the plethora of plans being shoved into the mix, and Gwen had already been steadily losing her patience with every dead end they met.

Time was not at their disposal, yet there they were, on some secluded rooftop on Earth-616B, wasting more than they could afford, missing every mark they shot for.

And Miles…

Miles was missing in a finite cluster of multiverses, and Miguel was also on the prowl—armed with rage, and the numbers, plus every advantage they could only dream of possessing. Meanwhile they didn’t even know where to start looking or how, but all of a sudden Margo did.

“Well don’t leave us in suspense, pig tails.” Ham groaned.

“You’re one to talk.” Peter B huffed with a raised brow. Gwen leered at him, shaking her head once. “What?” He asked, meeting her narrowed eyes.

“Oh, I get it! Because he is a pig, and he has a tail!” Pav perked, gesturing down to Ham, who was glaring daggers at the pink robed Spider-man.

“Nice, Pav.” Hobie said, lounging with his arms folded behind his back in a web spun hammock suspended between two air conditioning units.

Mayday squealed from the carrier strapped to Peter B’s chest, kicking her chubby legs with a giggle and reaching towards the talking pig. She had been wholly fascinated by Spider-Ham since first glance as if he was a character from one of her storybooks.

“Right…” Margo sighed before continuing. “So the Go-Home Machine keeps an archive. Just the consequential details like the variant, where it was sent, stuff like that. The data is wiped intermittently as a security measure, but knowing Miguel, there could be a backup.” She explained promptly, Gwen scrutinizing her glowing figure with arms folded over her chest

“That guy does have some major trust issues.” Gwen heard Peter B mutter from behind her. Her eyes rolled again. At this rate, she expected them to be stuck upwards by the end of this conversation.

“Assuming you’re right, would LYLA have access to this back up?” Gwen questioned, her tone bristling.

“LYLA has access to everything.” Margo answered, turning to face Gwen, her holographic form glittering under a flickering flood light mounted to a wall behind her.

“Can you access it?” Gwen emphasized, her tone clipped. Already she could see all the ways her idea could go–none of them consisting of a successful resolution. “Without getting caught.”

A smile spread to Margo's lips. Gwen’s stayed set in a subtle scowl.

It turned out Spider-Byte also had access to everything, it just took a little more effort, and she would have to directly hack into the machine's mainframe on E-928. Any other way would significantly heighten the probability of LYLA’s security protocols being triggered.

“That sounds like a suicide mission if I ever heard of one” Noir added, tipping his hat forward and cupping his masked chin with his pointer finger and thumb. “And I have planned a couple myself.”

“Noir’s right.” Peni said, sitting inside SP//dr, the front hutch of the mech suit propped open. ”Miguel would never leave HQ without surveillance, especially if he knows some of us have gone rogue. Are you sure this is a good idea?”

Margo nodded before gesturing to herself. “I’m an avatar. They can’t catch what they can’t touch.” She waved one hand through her forearm, and everyone watched in astonishment when her arm wavered as her fingers passed right through it.

“Oh, that is creepy.” Pav whispered, covering his mouth with his hand.

”I’ll be quick. In and out. Easy.” Spider-Byte confidently continued.

“But what if—“ Peter B started before Gwen curly cut him off.

“She’s not going alone.”

All eyes turned to her as she spoke, silence following her decree.

Ham was first to break the seemingly long, awkward stretch of stillness. “Now it’s actually a suicide mission. Well, at least for Gwen who can’t do that cool arm thing like Margo.”

Spider-Byte took a single step towards Gwen, her brows knitting together. “I don’t need the back-up. Like I said, I’m untouchable.”

Gwen couldn’t trust that. She couldn’t trust her.

There had been no intention to harbor shock or malice towards Margo, but there was still an itch about her Gwen couldn’t scratch. She never really went out of her way to talk to the avatar, but they would pay each other a respectful acknowledgement anytime they crossed paths—which wasn’t often.

Margo spent a majority of her time in the confinement wing of HQ, where all the anomalies were stacked up to be sent back to their respective dimensions. Maybe it was Gwen’s uneasiness towards the machine, but she never strayed to that side of HQ on her own volition. If she was needed, she would report, but she kept her interactions and time there minimal.

In turn, the two girls remained distant.

Though Gwen couldn’t help but notice how her and Miles had looked a little longer, said a little more than she ever bothered to say to Gwen.

(And vice-versa.)

Her and Miles?

Perhaps the insistence of her blatant jealousy could have better timing. Her focus was needed elsewhere and her emotions were clearly clouding her judgment, right?

“You’ll need the back-up if things go south.” Protested Gwen, leering down at Margo.

“What happens if something happens to you?” Pavitr all but squeaked, his stress tangible.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Pav.” Gwen hissed, her eyes still locked with Margo’s.

“Is it just me, or is Gwen being very intense?” She heard Pav ask in a hushed whisper.

“S’not just you.” Hobie replied flatly.

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And scene. I hope that satiates the pain of waiting. I appreciate all your patience, and above all, support! Much love <3

[primussavethesemechs]

Hey can we talk about how megatron has a fusion canon in most continuities? Okay so, question, What exactly is it fusing?? Is it nuclear fusion??? HAS HE BEEN IRRADIATING EVERYONE???? Pretty sure cybertronians aren’t affected by radiation, at least not by small amounts like humans, so is he even aware of what he’s doing or is it considered not a big deal??

This question goes DOUBLE for earthspark megatron considering he spends lots of time around humans and actually, Y’know, cares about them. Like I’m aware that no matter what the answer is space crack tfp Megatron wouldn’t give a shit but this one is actually trying to be a good person soooo.

I’m a little concerned for dot and the kids 😭 I mean would he even know he’s potentially harming them? If cybertronians aren’t harmed by radiation then they probably don’t think about it at all and haven’t even considered it might affecting the humans. Seriously has ANYONE considered he might be toting around an unshielded nuclear reactor on his ARM this entire time??

THIS IS A LEGIT QUESTION BTW I ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA HOW HIS CANON WORKS, if you know pls teach me 🙏 I just saw fusion and was like “?? U mean NUCLEAR fusion??” Its a total guess I just couldn’t think of what else it would mean 😭

[pastelpaperplanes]

Hi! I just wanted to ask if you're planning to make some more voice headcanons? (Also if you are taking suggestions)

Yes I’ve got more lined up!! I just need to draw for them and edit the voice clips😅😅

Next trio will probably be Chromedome, Rewind, and Tailgate ✨

Yes PLEASE I’d love to hear other what voice claims people assign to bots yes I wanna see!!

[daisydoctor13]

Ilona maher announcing she's going to try and get picked for the 15s team for next years world cup has given me life

[sscrambledmeggss]

(One) of my least favorite anti Kurtbastian takes, is that since Sebastian was mean to Kurt, that means it’s a bully x victim trope. like that’s so incorrect 😭

Was Sebastian mean to Kurt? Yes. Without a doubt, but Kurt was equally as mean to Sebastian back. Kurt was never scared of Sebastian when they were together, if anything he just viewed Sebastian as an annoyance.

[jyminie]

I can’t /really/ draw but here are the squigglies!!

[snakesnifter]

im unsure how i feel about toa as a series so far but by god does riordans writing amuse me

[theangiediary]

happy wincest wednesday!! what's a protective or pining sam scene you find underrated?

Scarecrow! (Thank you for this Vicky <3)

One of my favorite Sam traits in s1 is his contentiousness. He loves Dean and John, he just needs them to say it first. He’ll even submit! He just has to know why.

“I want my sacrifice to be my choice” kinda thing.

Of course it’s beautifully contrasted with Yessir pliant, easy Dean. Who so prettily begs for the only thing he desires (Sam), but won’t fight for it. 

1x11 is amazing bc we see both brother’s moral code paralleled and perverted: Dean’s blind obedience to John is the townsfolk’s For the Greater Good killing of victims, which Emily dooms at the end by burning the effigy. Sam’s Freedom-Means-Living-Away-From-Family (who think they know what’s best for me, and I love, but..) was line by line described by “Meg”, who turned out to be a demon (and obeying her own father’s orders!).

So.... yeah. The lesson of the episode is it’s Sam and Dean, together, against everything else. It’s their love story.

And while there’s some Iconic Dean lines (“puppy eyes”, “that’s my boy!”), Sam has some yummy pining moments.

“You know, if you’re hinting you need my help, just ask.” (If he was serious about going to John, why...) and “I’ve been trying to call my brother for the last three hours.” THREE HOURS! He talked to Dean that (early) morning and started calling him around 2pm. Just thinking about him sitting in that bus stop for hours, worrying about Dean. And then he gets there! And Dean’s tied up and maybe about to die!! I can’t even imagine, no wonder Sam’s Like That in Faith (1x12). And that speech WAS beautiful Dean (you should be eating kissing his ass).