#but dear lord. its hard.

[frengles]

i am grateful for many of the graces i have been given in my life but often i wish i didnt have emotionally constipated parents who only got full custody of me when i was 15. often i yearn for a gilmore girls type relationship where even if they dont know everything i can call them and feel less alone in the world. i want to cry and not have them flounder and not know what to do but tell me not to be sad

[bedforddanes75]

im not american but some of you guys are just fucking stupid ong what do you MEAN youre not gna vote because you disagree with like one part of what youre voting for. like okay me when im fucking thick

[cicada-candy]

Punisher Being Immune To The Penance Stare Is Stupid And Dumb send tweet

[slightlyplant]

sometimes i forget not everyone knows athena cykes is one of my favorite characters from anything ever bc somehow i haven’t posted a lot of art of her?????? i promise if you saw every time i doodled her in math class it would rival the largest museum collections

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Fyodor/Nikolai/Sigma, domestic au, but they are painfully slavic and living their best lives, is something that can be so personal.

(this post took forever cause I essentially had to make it twice. I didn't look at what blog I originally posted this to the first time round. shoot me)

[yellows-secret-blog]

Me: I'm gonna draw NSFW! uhuuuuul! Horny art is so cool and fun! :D

Me drawing NSFW: @//////////@ IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY AAAAAAAAAAAA IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY

[doll-fac3d]

euuiuuegehh left leg nerve pain essay due in class tomorrow 40 minutes to finish it film project due in class right after also like 40 minutes to finish it oh its sooo over maybe

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

penny from btb i am so sorry but the dadapocalypse happened so now my pfp is anthony burch dndads

[sodamachiiines]

a Jackie Walker from Pokemon Ranger and the Temple Of The Sea tumblr layout in warm/sunset colors for @hoodie-prince-kid!!

hope you enjoy!! it's so orange dear lird

💘 Free to use, like/reblog and credit if using ^_^ 💘

[simplydnp]

the vibes were fun but man were there a lot of jumpcuts. especially in a video like this please let me breathe

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[iliterallydecepticanteven]

I want you to know that I constantly think about that post/chapter of yours that posits the idea that Decepticon High Command in Animated just thinks the DJD is annoying as shit. It's so fucking funny. The idea that the DJD is exactly as terrifying and sadistic as they are in the comics but are just treated like annoying edgelords has me in shambles.

YES I'm so glad that's living on!!

Because like yeah!! If I had to work with a group of people who committed some serious horrific atrocities but were also edgelords I'd be annoyed too! What do you mean Tarn is constantly playing the same classical music over and over again?? What do you mean Kaon "accidentally" put you on The List after you made fun of him?? Why is Vos allowed to be a "linguistic purist" and make communications a thousand times harder??

Like yeah they're terrifying if you were an actual target. But obviously Decepticon High Command members aren't a target, and high ranking Cons also have the responsibility of planning attacks, managing resources, and keeping up appearances with neutral partners. Not everyone can go join a secretive group and just fuck around committing atrocities. Some of us have to actually work and get shit done around here!! No I don't want to hear about how you ground a mech to death or flayed a mech alive, I need you to explain how you spent all those credits we gave you in under three solar cycles!!

I headcanon that Strika has beef with Tarn not because he's a violent, barely controlled murderer, but because he doesn't do any administrative work. He doesn't do his financial reports, he never helps with maintaining trade routes, and he never keeps track of resources used. The last time she asked for his energon consumption report for the last quarter he went on a tangent about Megatron's early writings until she gave up and cut the call. She has since talked Nickel into doing administrative work behind Tarn's back just so that she has some records of their spending and consumption. She's brought this issue up to Megatron multiple times and yet he does nothing about it because after all they produce results.

[bluesidedown]

hnggghhggg

[zenithpng]

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[knifegremliin]

okay i think i really gotta stop having scrambled eggs because oh god The Consequences

[hecksupremechips]

Everyone in the 2000s was nasty looking as hell and they still had the audacity to want women to be literal twigs

[banditnate]

Bandit laid in wait, hiding within pockets of dark shadow created from the algae-stained boulders of the cove. His watchful eyes remained on the Jolly Roger as they scanned for activity aboard the ship. The vessel had long since docked for the evening, as nightfall had found Neverland hours ago, and finally it seemed that the last of the crew were retreating to the safety of their quarters--at least, all except for one.

Who is THAT? He peered closer, leaning forward against the rough wall of rock and squinting at the unfamiliar form standing on the ship's deck. Bandit been aboard the ship plenty of times--between raids with the other Boys and sneaking on for other, personal thieving pursuits--and never once had he seen the lanky lad aboard. A new recruit, perhaps? The boy had a youthful--almost laughably cherubic--face, and gangly limbs that had seemed to have outgrown his torso. It was too far away to be sure--the boy was facing the ocean, his back to Bandit--but what kind of fool stared out into the ocean when the true danger awaited on land? There was no way this kid could be the one trusted on watch duty, truly? Out of all the candidates, surely there was a better option. Was this some sort of joke? Were the pirates testing him? He snorted. Typical, he thought. Not to mention stupid. Grown-ups always took advantage of the youth; they would come to regret it--if they ever found out here was here.

Leaving the cover of his hiding place, Bandit quietly snuck around the rock formation, the shadowed cloak of night surrounded him as crossed the distance to the shore. His trip was quick and silent, the soft sand beneath his bare feet smothering any potential noise.

Unfortunately, the pirates never made climbing aboard easy. What a shame that they hadn’t left the gangplank out for him! No matter; this was just the sort of challenge he needed to wake up his body and mind, to free him from the depths of emptiness that plagued him most nights.

With practiced hands, he felt blindly at the quiver on his back and pulled out an arrow with a length of hemp rope tied to its end.

Easy does it.

Prepping the arrow, he let out a slow breath, relaxing into the stance as he maintained tension on the bowstring.

Ready ...

…aim …

...FIRE!!

The arrow whizzed through the air, flying behind the lip of the ship and disappearing out of sight. The archer grabbed at the hemp rope with both hands, testing it with two sharp tugs.

Good enough.

-- Not that he exactly cared, really. Or did he? He gave a wary glance to the ocean at his side, waves lapping at his ankles; a tiny taste before swallowing him whole. So what if he fell in? So what if he drowned? Let it try and take him.

Taking a deep breath, he balanced his weight on the slippery rudder and began to hoist himself up the braided rope. He yanked himself upward bit by bit, releasing the rope when the top was within reach, grasping the edge with one hand and then the other. With gritted teeth, he pulled himself over the upper lip, arms aching.

When his feet touched the rough wood of the deck, he let out a relieved sigh, letting the whole of his weight lean against the railing. After a test like that, he would surely succeed in the next Battle with ease.

From here, Bandit knew exactly where he wanted to explore. And yet...

Perhaps it was curiosity, or mind-numbing loneliness, but instead of turning to cabins below deck, he made a new plan. Padding across the planks, arched-footed and light on his toes, he made his way over to the boy who stood at the stern watching the sea.

"Psst," he whispered in greeting, wishing not to startle him. "Hey, kid. What're you doing here?"

closed starter for @charliehearted