#back on my bullshit sorry

[4axel4loop]

"the task of being alive is a sacred one" / Book of Ancestors, Margaret Atwood

[rolandkaros]

need bia to beat navarro

[backpackingspace]

My actual favorite part of wisdom saga is telemachus trying to lean against Athena (he thought about that for .03 seconds and then was like nah !!! :D she's my friend not the goddess of war!!! Good to see that the audacity is running strong in odysseus's family) and then just passed threw her and fell on the floor. And then Athena did not move at all!!! And just stood there looking at him.

[softcenteregg]

// I'm on the hunt, I'm after you //

[vintage-fuzz]

Honestly, viewing Ford & Fiddleford’s relationship from the perspective of a Gravity Falls citizen is kind of crazy because, it’s the early 80s & this elusive, out-of-towner scientist has been working & living by himself in a secluded woodland cabin for like 6 years & then, all of a sudden, this southern scientist guy joins him &, on occasion, they start showing up in town together, going to the carnival with one another & eating at the diner together amongst various other activities.

As the months pass, the cracks in their relationship begin to show, even to outsiders, all the while coinciding with even stranger occurrences than normal. Unexplained beams of light emanate from their shared cabin, gravity’s pull on the Earth lessens, causing people & objects to float in midair at random intervals & the scientists themselves seem visibly sleep-deprived, on-edge & paranoid.

This escalates to them having a very public & highly volatile argument at the local diner they frequent, in front of numerous other patrons. They’d see Ford storm off & curse Fiddleford under his breath, tossing a ring into the lake. They’d see Fiddleford’s desperation & fear, as he hopelessly urges Ford to accept the thesis (which, to them, just look like various non-specific papers) he painstakingly put together for him, pleading with him to abandon their project.

Then, with no warning, the southerner just disappears, only to reemerge years, if not decades later as a crazed recluse. The main scientist, however, he’s still showing up in town, but this time around he’s different somehow, he’s wild, unhinged & downright masochistic. He wreaks havoc on the townsfolk & upon himself as he harasses law enforcement, strips naked, eats live spiders, & even becomes an early adopter of the “tramp stamp” &, is overall, a general nuisance.

After causing a bit of chaos, he just straight up disappears for a few weeks until he announces that now he gives guided tours of his lab & has a mullet. Nearly all of this happens before the Society of the Blind Eye has properly formed too, so unless Fiddleford was just going on mass mind erasing sprees in his spare time, there’s no way people forgot about this, at least not immediately.

In conclusion, all of this just looks like an extremely messy breakup, which, is partially true, lmao.

[danidoesathing]

[stealthetrees]

[Jaster Mereel ends up in clone wars era]

Jaster: so when you said you have a lot of brothers I was imagining maybe 4 or 5

Fox, thinking of his batch: yeah that’s what I meant

Jaster: I’ve counted at least 25 people who look just like Jango

Fox: oh! You mean in total? Like a few million

Jaster, internally: didn’t he say he was ace???

[misaothewitch]

[the-palelady]

kind of a continuation to this because i am constantly thinking of simon being so soft with his partner.

i know people enjoy the rougher sides of intimacy, and surely there are times when simon loves that side as well, but with you he can't help but cradle you in the palm of his hand.

the sugary sweet whines and gasps that pass through your lips when he ruts up into you, your back pressed flush against the shower wall. your hair is sticking to your skin, damp with water or perspiration. you can't even tell the difference anymore. he's had you like this for so long, taking his time with you, worshipping you, whispering filthy words of praise into the crook of your neck as he presses his hips up, up, and up...

when he comes home from work, the remnants of blood and war staining his skin, you encourage him to lie back in bed for you.

"let me take care of you, si."

but that quickly turns into you on your back, legs hung up on his broad shoulders. you arch up from the silk sheets, palm pressed against the crown of his head. you try in vain to push him away, his tongue assaulting your overly sensitive bud in such a leisurely manner. he's snapped that band that still sits tight in your core so many times you've lost count.

or there are nights when he wakes up from a nightmare. he turns to check up on you. always.

your hair fans out around you across the pillow, knotted in places, a few strands sticking to your drool covered lips. the blanket is bunched up around your waist, t-shirt drifting up your torso to expose the softness of your stomach.

the storm that raged in his mind just moments ago all but ceases, waves no longer thrashing angrily, fat droplets of rain and fog no longer obscuring his vision. all he sees is you as he presses his lips against the dip of your hip, kissing one then moving to the other.

simon kisses every inch of you, covering you in the scent of tobacco and his body wash. scarred hands find the arch of your back when his lips trail up the line of your sternum, chapped lips dragging along skin that's so sweet he knows the dentist might find a few cavities the next time he goes.

when he reaches your tired face, eyes barely cracking open to meet his amber irises, he sees the confusion and concern. a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he whispers a quiet, "s'nothin', love," and you hum, relaxing in his protective grip.

i love you was a strangled series of syllables that simon never found himself capable of uttering. he wished deep in his heart that he could say those three simple words to you, but they never came.

so he instead would paint each letter, line and loop, one by one against the delicate flesh of your body with his lips until it was embedded in the furthest depths of your brain.

[pomdor]

I hadn't seen 50% off in years but I came across this scene randomly and it reminded me of the colours, so i threw a little comic together of my faves being illiterate

and a little bonus Vio content under the cut

hes such a bitch i love him

[wholeshebangs]

bang bang

[muisley]

two of em

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

nortrell + txt posts = true 5.0

[beaufjords]

CRITICAL ROLE MEME

fave relationships: imogen & laudna

[momomallowart]

He misses his dad.. 🥺

[slorgfest]

list of things ive observed after watching tfone 2.5 times (the 0.5 was because i was speeding through looking for image proofs etc)

starting with something funny: B's cogless form has an energon compartment.

assuming that this is standard for all cogless models, it makes it especially hilarious to think that OP during the intro chase sequence either didn't think of storing his energon, or that he's just hungy enough and he's snacking as he runs

2. cameo guesswork (excluding jazz, since he was the only one that got formally mentioned and any screentime outside of main cast). has varying confidence/accuracy levels. here we go.

moonracer, prowl, perceptor (or sideswipe), ironhide, wheeljack, hound (if it is hound, at a later scene a mech of a similar frametype had a line in a fem-sounding voice), sunstreaker, arcee, red alert, and chromia (caught only because the announcer said so lmao. im more used to her darker blue paintjob like in idw and cyberverse). i think i also saw a helm that looked like drift (not deadlock, drift) but i can't really confirm.

3. bots that appeared on the iacon 5000 leaderboards but to my knowledge no screentime otherwise (can also be seen as a list of bots that are cogged and will later join the autobots, assuming the timeline will follow traditional bot/con division):

silverbolt, deadend, slingshot, cliffjumper, motormouth; powerglide, jetstorm, blurr (of course. this is his natural habitat after all); swindle and tailgate.

admittedly i found the inclusion of swindle so so funny because like?? dude i thought you'd be running the betting rings rn lol.

4. sentinel's characterization (outside of g1, i watched reruns as a kid but i don't remember them anymore) has always been either someone grossly incompetent or a menacing/suppressive force on cybertron. i thought it was interesting that they made him devious and actually kind of cunning this time around.

anyway. i also thought his paintjob was based off of tfa, but no his g1 counterpart laid the groundwork there.

they did away with the cheeto orange (goodbye cheeto orange) but the gold is striking. really gives him that image of glamor and opulence.

telesync kinda fucked up the colors but: elita's optics have a greenish hue to them, more aquamarine/cyan than the regular autobot blues that B and OP have. D's is, of course, yellow.

verging into speculation territory, i wonder if there's a reason why they gave D distinctly hexagonal optics? the yellow is pretty obvious, its easier to transition from yellow to red than blue to red. but the hexagons are very eye catching (pun intended), given how they spin around. it's not exactly something people would miss. tune in later for my Outlier/Point-One Percenter D theory

6. sentinel's guards (excluding airachnid) are kinda weird.

theyre very homogenous in shape, no individual characteristics, not even a little kibble to separate them from one another. and when they speak its very stiff, almost droning. its most certainly not an animating/funding/studio issue, given that almost all other cybertronians (even in the background) have been personalized one way or another.

so: possibly cold-constructed mechs, mass produced and onlined for the singular task of serving sentinel. think of the eradicons/vehicons from tfp, the shapes are certainly similar enough.

7. in the cave scene after the sentinel/quintesson reveal, D stomps on something, breaking it.

that's his worker's tag. all the miners have them. pictured: D's, OP's, and jazz's. elita and B all have their own tags too.

what i found most interesting though, that directly after the sentinel surface encounter, D crushes his (as said before), B and elita remove theirs (it left a faint indent on B, which begs the question how old he actually is and how long has he been working, exactly?), but OP keeps his tag on.

(continuing in a rb, ive hit image limit lmao)