#i don’t think i will ever recover from this

[prlssprfctn]

hey! so the intro for this is weird but pls hear me out

yesterday night while walking home from a bar with friends, a group of men probably about my age (early-mid 20s) in a large truck started shouting queer slurs at us then threatened to kill me 😬

my nerves are still a little frazzled but my stupid brain is currently attempting to manage these anxieties about what happened by going “hmm I wonder how the batkids would have responded if they saw that happen”

so I was just wondering if you had any kinda headcanons or anything about how any of the batkids would handle a scenario like this :) I know this is kinda heavy haha so pls don’t feel like you gotta respond to this but I really like your writings and thought it was worth a shot to reach out and ask :) thank you!

(also, my friends and I did make a report and we’re currently talking with the civil rights division of our local gov’t about handling this case as a hate crime so we are in the midst of handling it)

oh my god, i am so sorry this happened to you. i am glad you put charges and dealing with the situation, though. be careful, and i hope you are recovering well.

Bruce, i feel like, would try to charm his way out of this at first since he doesn't need additional interent drama. maybe he will try to smile politely and go along lines like, "oh, is that supposed to be offensive?" but if the situation escalates, he will not be afraid just to fight them off. who would blame him, anyway?

i have a feeling that Dick doesn't like fighting on the streets as well, and he usually tries to escalate the fight, only ever using it as the last resort. i also think that if someone picks up on him at night, he just decides to creep out everyone by using his amazing gymnastics. like, imagine him just turning his head around like an owl, cracking bones like in horror and pretending to be a spider — men will run away in the instant. without a fight. that's effective.

Cassandra is not a one to deal with bullshit like this. she doesn't acknowledge these people at all, but if they start to actively catch her attention and cause a fight, she will first offer the scariest death stare to ever exist. people mostly scram afterwards, but if someone didn't, she will nonchalantly break the bones of their arm. as a threat.

you see, Jason probably is not getting annoyed by people like this. who would pick up on a fucking double-fridge, right? i think he mostly spawns behind his siblings' backs when someone picks up on them and terrifies tf out of others. but if someone did risk their lives, i think Jason would either just point a gun silently (if he is in a bad mood) or start roast these people so much, they would leave.

oh, Tim. Tim is gracious about it. someone starts haunting him on the streets, so he wordlessly records a video, and while that person still screams at him, he calls his lawyer. they will get charged and outed in the news for this faster than they will finish their attempts to terrify Tim.

Steph starts shouting back. she is so loud about it that people usually start gathering around them, and she starts making him join the conversation, too. "just look at this weirdo, huh! hey, hey, you, look at him and tell me — isn't he fucking insane?" and stuff. she is equally good at escalating the fight to the reaching point of just make people leave embarrassed, depending on the situation.

baby Damian definitely doesn't even understand the meaning of slurs — his family is adequate, and he is a sheltered kid in a way, so he has no idea what all that means. but he feels a threatening aura. he first reminds people who he is, giving a chance to escape... and when it is not working, someone is about to get stabbed.

Duke tries to joke it off first. like, in a "oh, from all slurs, i got called *this*? that's something new, buddy, kudos" kind of way. if it doesn't work and people continue annoying him, he simply fights these people. he doesn't care much.

[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

remember how i said an old AU i had might be kicking my ass rn enough to make a fic?

out-of-context preview of one of the chapters i'm working on. would you guys be interested in what i've got going on here?

--

Sonic gasped, dropping to the floor and putting a hand on his chest.

“Left yourself open.” Shadow said, dropping his own fist and rolling his shoulder. He waited a moment for the other hedgehog to recover, before holding out his hand to help him up. 

The room was empty, aside from them. Their spars were usually supervised, but recently they’d been getting into fighting one-on-one without the scientists present. It had started when Shadow noticed Sonic falling behind in… pretty much every combat test presented to him. He’d suggested they get some extra practice in, and now here they were, meeting up whenever they got bored.

“I don’t get it,” Sonic hissed, shakily getting back to his feet. “How do you even catch me at that speed?”

“I don’t. You’re predictable, I know where you’re going to be. Soon as I’ve got a handle on your speed, I can figure out when to attack.”

“Predictable? Me?” 

“You rely too much on the moves you’ve been taught.” Shadow shrugged. “In a battlefield, enemies aren’t going to be challenging you to a supervised fencing match. They’re going to do whatever they can to kill you, so you have to do whatever you can to get to them first.” 

“I don’t want to kill anyone.”

“You might not have a choice.” 

“This is stupid.” Sonic crossed his arms, turning to glare at the wall. “The Professor told us that we’re meant to heal. Why do we need to train to fight, anyway?” 

Shadow watched him for a second. So that was another thing he hadn’t been told. Trying to figure out how best to word things, he eventually settled on, “Sometimes things aren’t so black-and-white. Sometimes we may have to fight to defend peace.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense.” 

“A lot of things don’t.” Shadow sighed again. “Look, maybe one day you won’t have a choice. You’ll have to fight or die. And I’d rather you have blood on your hands than lose your life as pathetically as you lose every match with me.”

Sonic snorted, turning to glare at him. “Is that so, Ultimate Lifeform? You think I’m an easy match?”

There it was. A simple challenge was enough to bring Sonic out of his funks, at least for a moment. Shadow smirked and shrugged. “I know you are. Why else are we here?”

Sonic spun, his speed carrying him quickly to the other side of Shadow, where he laid his elbow on his shoulder. “So that one day I can kick your butt so thoroughly in tests that they’ll have to notice.” 

“You can keep dreaming.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sonic did a loop around Shadow, and then held up his fists. “How bout a rematch right now? I try that ‘thinking on my feet’ kinda thing, and you try not to slap me hard enough to make me black out.” 

“I’m not going easy on you.” Shadow smiled. “That’s the whole point. You learn how to match with me, you can match with anyone.” 

They smiled at each other for a moment. And then Sonic said, “Except [redacted].” 

“Oh, yeah, neither of us are beating [redacted], like, ever.”

[polo-drone-070]

Losin meself in da footie drill - Final Session – No More Maximus, Only Gold

Links : Session 1 Session 2 Session 3

I fukin’ know what’s comin’.

The last few sessions built up to this. The way me brain’s been slippin’, the way the orders been stickin’, even after the visor lifts. How I wake up at night, me body still twitchin’ with drill commands, me mind loopin’ plays like I’m still on the pitch.

I ain’t dumb. I know what’s happenin’.

But it don’t fukin’ matter.

‘Coz deep down, I know this is what I need. What I was fukin’ made for.

It’s pre-game trainin’ now. The real deal. After this, we hit the pitch, we fukin’ crush the Emerald Titans. But right now? Right now, I gotta disappear. Gotta fukin’ erase what’s left.

Me heart’s poundin’ like mad, adrenaline surgin’ through me veins. A part of me—tiny, weak, barely hangin’ on—feels this flicker of fear, of hesitation. Like, this is it, bruv. Last chance to fight it. Last chance to be you.

But I ain’t fightin’.

I ain’t runnin’.

I’m kneelin’.

I’m waitin’.

And when they bring the helmet over, I’m fukin’ shakin’ with anticipation.

The Moment of No Return

The second I see the visor, I fukin’ need it. Like air, like water, like everythin’ I ever wanted but never knew. Me breath’s all shallow, me hands twitchin’, me whole body buzzin’.

Fuk, bruv. I want this. I fukin’ ache for it.

And when they lower it onto me skull—

I. Am. Gone.

The instant the visor locks in place, everythin’ vanishes.

A deep, all-consumin’ warmth floods through me, wrappin’ me in pure fukin’ obedience. Me mind don’t just blank—it shatters, dissolvin’ into nothin’, breakin’ apart like it never fukin’ existed in the first place.

"Recover. Regroup. Target. Tackle."

The words consume me. They ain’t just commands anymore. They ain’t instructions I hear.

They’re me.

I don’t fukin’ think—I respond. I don’t hesitate—I move. The orders don’t come from outside anymore. They come from within.

‘Coz there ain’t no difference no more.

I ain’t Maximus. I ain’t a player. I ain’t even a person.

I am Gold’s machine.

And fuk, bruv—it’s perfect.

Erased. Rewritten. Born Again as Pure Gold.

Me body’s a fukin’ weapon—a force built for the pitch, trained to dominate, shaped to win. Every movement’s flawless, every sprint precise, every tackle unstoppable.

There’s no wasted thought, no hesitation, no questions. Just orders. Reflex. Action.

Every second feels like an eternity of bliss. Me whole existence is reduced to movement, to execution, to service.

And it’s right.

I was never meant to be me. I was meant to be this—a tool, a pawn, a machine for the team. For Gold.

And now I fukin’ am.

"Recover. Regroup. Target. Tackle."

I feel the words sink deeper than ever before. Not just into me mind. Into me core.

This ain’t temporary. Ain’t trainin’.

This is permanent.

I ain’t gonna snap outta it. I ain’t gonna shake this off. I ain’t gonna come back.

There is no more Maximus.

Just the team. Just the commands. Just Gold.

Final Integration – Controlled forever

The session goes on for hours. Every second pullin’ me deeper, rewritin’ me completely. Erasin’ everythin’ that don’t serve the team.

I don’t even remember what I used to be. Don’t even fukin’ care.

Why would I?

This is better. This is right.

I don’t think. I don’t choose. I don’t exist.

I comply.

And when the session finally ends—when the visor lifts, when the light floods back in—

I. Do. Not. Leave. The. State.

I’m still in it.

Ain’t no fukin’ transition, no moment of snappin’ back to reality. ‘Coz this is reality now.

The lads slap me back, rubs me sweaty scalp, joke about how locked in I was—how I barely even blinked the whole session.

But I barely fukin’ hear ‘em.

‘Coz the commands are still there, loopin’ in me skull, directin’ me every move.

And I fukin’ love it.

They tell me to hit the showers, so I do. They tell me to gear up, so I do. They tell me to get ready to win for Gold, and I obey without a fukin’ thought.

Maximus doesn't exists anymore.

I am only this now.

Only a player. Only a pawn. Only a drone for the game.

No more past. No more future. No more choices.

Just Gold.

Forever.

_______________ To join the Gold Team, contact @goldenherc9, @brodygold or @polo-drone-001.

[onlymiasu]

Nagi And Bachira fighting over you

ummm hi this is my first fanfic of blue lock about bachira and nagi fighting over y/n hope you enjoy!!

“Y/n! Let’s hang out! We can practice those passes we worked on!” Bachira grinned.

“Oh, sure! That sounds fun—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a hand gently grabbed her arm.

“No, she’s busy,” Nagi interrupted, tugging her toward the couch where his phone and controller were already set up.

“H-Hey! Wait a second!” Kayden blinked, confused as Nagi guided her away without a word.

“Oi, Nagi! What the heck?! I asked her first!” Bachira shouted, trying to pull her back.

“She’s playing with me,” Nagi replied lazily, his blank expression unchanging as he handed Y/n the spare controller.

Y/n frowned, sitting reluctantly beside Nagi. “Wait, what’s going on here?

“I just wanted to hang out with you!” Bachira pouted.

“Too late,” Nagi said bluntly, starting the game.

“Sei! You can’t just steal me away like that!” Y/n scolded, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, Sei! That’s cheating!” Bachira added, glaring.

“Cheating’s easier than arguing,” Nagi muttered with a shrug, his focus glued to the screen.

“Unbelievable…” Y/n sighed. She turned to Bachira with an apologetic look. “Sorry, Meguru! I’ll hang out with you later, okay?”

Bachira frowned but nodded reluctantly. “Fine… but next time, I’m calling dibs first!” He sulked his way out of the lounge.

Once they were alone, Y/n turned to Nagi, annoyed. “Seiii… Don’t’cha feel a little bad for Bachira?”

“No.” Nagi replied immediately, not looking up from the screen.

Y/n looked at him blankly. “What? How could you not feel the slightest remorse for him?”

“He should’ve known I was gonna play video games with you,” Nagi said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“How was he supposed to know that….”

“Dunno,” Nagi said with a shrug, his fingers tapping lazily on his phone. “Too much of a hassle to think about.”

Y/n sighed in exasperation, crossing her arms. “Sei, I know you want to hang out with me, but it’s not good to be selfish!” She poked his cheek.

Nagi froze for a second at her touch but quickly recovered. “I just want you close to me,” he said casually, his tone as blank as ever.

“H-Huh?” Y/n stared at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Sei, are you jealous?”

“Mm,” Nagi hummed nonchalantly, his expression unreadable.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something but stopped when Nagi continued playing as if nothing had happened.

“Oi, don’t ignore me after saying something like that!” she scolded, shaking his shoulder.

“Shh. You’re gonna make me lose,” Nagi muttered, his focus entirely on the game.

Y/n sighed, slumping back into her seat. “You’re unbelievable…”

“Mm,” Nagi mumbled again, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Y/n couldn’t help but smile a little, her heart fluttering at his unexpected honesty. Maybe this lazy genius wasn’t so bad after all.

[aceofstars16]

Next chapter! Getting sick meant I was slower editing than I thought I'd be but hey, I got it done today!

Chapter 5: Rescue Mission Mabel, Ford, and Stan come up with a plan to rescue Dipper.

A chill ran through Mabel’s spine as she carefully walked through the lessening crowd. One upside to having to use a crutch to walk was that some of the creatures moved out of her way. Which would be beneficial to the plan. A plan which her, Ford, and Stan had come up with only a few hours ago. The time waiting had been filled with eating some food that they found in the storage room, and resting. Mabel was still weak, and her leg definitely wasn’t recovered all the way, but she could walk, with support.

Taking a breath, Mabel looked around, trying not to find Stan and Ford watching her, but instead looking for bounty hunters. Granted, she didn’t really know what they looked like – the one time her and Ford had run into one, Ford had disposed of it before she could get a good look – but she knew they would look mean. After all, they were bounty hunters.

“Are you lost?”

Mabel stumbled back at the voice, but quickly found the source. A creature with a humped back and glowing eyes. Its skin was rough, but it gave her a smile – one filled with sharp teeth, but it seemed genuine.

“Uh…no…I’m just uh…meeting someone.” It was a lie and she was pretty sure it sounded like one, but she needed to keep moving. Bounty hunters usually didn’t catch their prey when they were talking to someone else, or at least, that’s what she assumed.

“Oh? Where are you meeting them? I can help.” The creature was still grinning at her.

“That’s okay, thanks for the offer though.” Mabel tried to move past them, but a clawed hand landed on her shoulder.

“I insist. After all, these streets aren’t safe after dark.”

A shudder passed through Mabel as she remembered the dragon. It’s grotesque teeth and haunting eyes. She doubted she would ever forget the sight, especially since her leg was bound to have a few scars from those horrible teeth.

The alien nodded, giving her what she assumed was a sympathetic look. “Come, I will take you to a safe place.”

“No, really. I-I’m good.” Mabel swallowed and tried to pull herself out of the alien’s grip. This wasn’t part of the plan. But even as she tried to stumble away, the creature held fast, its grip tightening. Panic overwhelmed her as she tried pulling away and caught a glimpse of the alien’s eyes again. They no longer looked friendly.

“Let go!” Mabel cried, doubling her efforts to break free, but the creature just laughed.

“Don’t worry. I am taking you to a friend.”

Then the creature gripped her other shoulder and her body froze. The world slowly faded away until everything went black as unconsciousness overtook her.

-----

When an alien rested a claw on Mabel’s shoulder, Ford felt himself tense up. Every instinct told him to rush in and pull her away from it. His job was to protect Mabel, not let her wander the streets alone. But they had come up with a plan, and if he raced to her aid, it could ruin all of it.

“Let her go.” He mumbled under his breath as he watched.

“Is that one of them?”

Ford looked down to see Stan watching as well, a frown on his face.

“I don’t think so. I don’t recognize it.” Even as he spoke, Ford knew that not all bounty hunters looked the same. Some definitely looked the part, but others looked like any other creature in the multiverse.

“Let go!”

Mabel’s voice carried through the streets and Ford found his hand landing on his gun. Whoever this creature was, it was hurting Mabel, and that was unacceptable. They would have to come up with a new plan and-

“It’s taking her!” Stan cried out, though thankfully he kept his voice low.

Gritting his teeth, Ford pulled out his gun with one hand and grabbed Stan’s hand with the other before moving forward, tailing the creature who had grabbed Mabel. “Let’s go.”

“What about the plan?” Stan asked, even as he followed Ford.

“We’ll come up with a new one.” Ford hissed as he ducked behind a crate. A moment later, he started moving again. The emptying streets were part of the plan, but it did make tailing someone a little harder. Then again, it meant it was easier to keep track of who he was following.

The creature cut down alleyways and across streets, running on all fours now that Mabel was unable to put up a fight. Ford vaguely recognized it as a resident of dimension B4r8, though it had been a while since he’d been there. They were fast, but thankfully Stan didn’t seem to have trouble keeping up with Ford as he followed.

Suddenly, the creature stopped in front of a cellar door and banged on it. The door flung open and a different creature poked its head out. Ford heard Stan suck in a breath and he squeezed Ford’s hand.

“That’s what took Dipper.”

Relief and worry simultaneously sparked in Ford’s chest. The plan hadn’t failed, they knew where Dipper was now. But he hated that Mabel had to be the bait. It had been the most logical solution, as she couldn’t move quickly enough to play any other part, but it still screamed against every protective instinct in Ford’s body.

Taking a breath, Ford tried to still his nerves before crouching down in front of Stan.

“You remember the plan?”

“Yup!”

Stan held up the strange looking device, a mix between tweezers, a toothpick, and a small computer screen – a lockpicking device that Ford had invented himself. It didn’t work on every lock, but with some luck, it would do its job today. 

Ford nodded. “Good…” For a moment, he hesitated. Letting Mabel go out alone had been hard enough. Leaving Stan as well screamed against every fiber of his being.

“I got it Poindexter, don’t worry!” Stan gave Ford a grin, and the smallest hint of relief hit Ford at the gesture. He was sure there were still things to be talked about, but for now…Stan seemed to trust him, so he had to trust Stan.

Taking a breath, Ford nodded and stood up, only to stop and dig his hand into his coat. He felt for the small gun that he regularly carried and pulled it out, handing it to Stan. It hadn’t been part of the plan but he’d feel better knowing Stan had some way to defend himself besides his fists.

Stan’s eyes widened as he grabbed the gun.

“It only stuns. Unless you change the strength.” Ford pointed to a dial under the trigger. “But you shouldn’t have to use it, it’s just…”

“Insurance.” Stan said, taking the word right out of Ford’s mouth.

A small smile grew on Ford’s mouth. “Right.”

“Cool.” Stan said, then shoved Ford a little. “Now get going!”

Ford barely held back a chuckle as he moved forward. Stan certainly didn’t seem annoyed with him right now. But then again, Stan had never been good about showing his real emotions to most people. Granted, Ford had been the exception when they were kids but…he’d take what he could get.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ford focused on what he needed to do.

The cellar door had already been closed, so Ford walked up and banged on it, as loud as he could.

“Hey, slime balls! Heard you were looking for me?”

As soon as he yelled it, Ford took a few quick steps away from the door, and when he heard the bolts unlocking, he turned on his heels and ran.

-----

“What’ve you got there?”

Dipper perked up as he heard voices outside of his cell. They had been fairly quiet for the past few hours. He’d guessed that at least one of the hunters had left, but the occasional noise from outside assured him that there was at least one keeping watch. Not that he had the tools to get out if he wanted too. Not only were his hands chained to the wall, but all of his supplies had been taken away.

“Found this little twig wandering around all alone.”

Despite not seeing his captors, Dipper could imagine a cruel smile on the face of the one who spoke.

“Good. Two down, two to go.”

Dread grew in Dipper’s stomach at the words. That meant they’d captured another member of his family, and a second later his suspicions were confirmed when the door opened.

“Brought you some company.” A bounty hunter that Dipper didn’t know grinned at him and tossed a small bundle into the room before closing it.

“Mabel?” Dipper tried his best to keep the horror out of his voice, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job. How had they managed to catch Mabel and not the others? From everything he’d seen, Ford had seemed just as protective of her as Dipper was of Stan.

When there was no response, Dipper’s anxiety spiked and he carefully poked her with his foot – the only part of him that could reach her. Please be okay, please be okay. He begged silently as he nudged her again.

For a few horrible seconds, there was no response, then a slight groan.

Letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, Dipper forced himself to take a deep breath before speaking.

“Mabel, are you okay?”

Another groan, then Mabel slowly lifted her head, squinting despite the already dim light of the cell.

“Dipper?” She mumbled as she rubbed her eyes with her hands – apparently the hunters didn’t care about her being chained to the wall. Then again, she looked quite pale and weak, she had to still be recovering from the dragon attack – Dipper’s own arm was still aching. But that still begged the question…

“What are you doing here?” The words slipped out, and Dipper couldn’t hide the confusion and worry in his tone.

Mabel blinked a few times and shook her head. “I’m rescuing you.”

“What???”

“Well…” Mabel tilted her head and winced a little. “Technically I’m not but…well...it’s all part of the plan.”

“Plan?” Dipper asked, glancing at the door, wishing he knew if the bounty hunters were outside listening in.

“Yeah, Ford is going to-”

A banging interrupted her. Dipper could vaguely make out a voice that must’ve come from outside the building, but he couldn’t tell what it was saying.

“It’s him!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

“You two go, I’m staying put.”

“Lazy son of a-”

The last word was more of a hiss – an alien language that Dipper’s ear translator didn’t recognize, and probably a word that wasn’t appropriate for Mabel.

“Get going!”

There was a squeaking of hinges and another banging sound, then the talking stopped.

“All part of the plan.”

Dipper looked over to see Mabel grinning at him.

“Right…Mind filling me in?”

-----

The sun was slowly setting as Stan watched Ford bang on the door and run off into the town. Two bounty hunters raced after him, the one with the barbed tail that had taken Dipper, and the ‘friendly’ looking one who had grabbed Mabel and didn’t look very friendly now. That should mean that the building was empty. That was the plan after all. Carefully putting the lock pick in his pocket, Stan looked at the gun that Ford had given him and considered doing the same with it. But this was the multiverse. If he’d learned anything about it, it was that things could always go wrong, so he clutched the gun as he walked onward.

By now, pretty much all the aliens were inside their homes, so Stan didn’t have to dodge anyone as he carefully made his way to the cellar doors. A distant roar reminded Stan why no one was out and about. A shudder ran through him, but he shoved away any fear. The dragon wasn’t anywhere close and he had a job to do.

Taking a deep breath, Stan pulled on the cellar door. It was a lot heavier than he had been expecting, but it wasn’t too heavy for him. At least that’s what he told himself as he strained to open it.

The door swung back and hit the wall with a bang. Stan winced, but quickly darted inside. Only Mabel and Dipper were inside, there wasn’t any reason to be afraid, but he still found himself gripping the gun tighter.

The interior of the building was dark, but had a few lights to show a hallway, which lead to a larger room in the middle. There were a few doors leading to other rooms and halls, but there was only one door that was closed.

“Bingo.” Stan muttered to himself as he made his way to the door, glancing around as he did so. He didn’t see anything, so he put the gun in his coat and pulled out the lock pick.

“Mabel? Dipper?” He called out, hoping they could hear him through the door.

“Stan! We’re in here!”

A grin grew on Stan’s face as he started fiddling with the door, looking at the lock. It was a keypad, but Ford’s device should be able to handle that. He just had to-

“What do we have here?”

Stan froze as a voice spoke behind him and he spun around.

The bounty hunter in front of him was different than the other two, with a long-pointed nose and small eyes. It was hunched over, its claws making a shovel shape – if it was an animal, it probably would’ve been the burrowing kind.

Stan lifted up his hand up only to realize that he was holding the wrong thing. He scrambled to grab the gun out of his pocket, but was slammed against the door before he could reach it.

“Would you look at that? The last of you nasties decided to walk right in, offering yourself as a present.” The alien sniffed him, a smile growing on its long face.

Growling at the creature, Stan found that he couldn’t move his arms. But his feet on the other hand… Kicking as hard as he could, he managed to hit the hunter right on its snout, which resulted in it letting out a pained hiss and dropping Stan.

Bolting forward, Stan ran as fast as he could, his feet moving faster than he could think. But something in the back of his mind had the sense to pull the gun out from his jacket.

A claw grabbed his foot and he collapsed to the ground, flipping over to see the hunter clutching his pant leg.

Hefting up the gun, Stan quickly fired.

The blast hit the creature, but it only hissed in frustration. Stan tried kicking at it again, even as he fiddled with the gun, trying to remember what Ford had said about making the stun stronger. His fingers found a dial and he twisted it at the same time the hunter jumped.

Lifting the gun, Stan closed his eyes and fired.

A scream echoed through the room and a second later, something heavy landed on top of Stan. For a moment he thought that the creature had won. Bracing himself, Stan kicked up with his legs, wanting to get the thing off of him. But as he did so, he wasn’t met with any teeth or claws as he expected. Instead, the body of the creature rolled off of him – dead, smoke rising from where the gun had hit it.

Swallowing down the bile that rose in his throat at the sight of a dead alien – one that he had killed – Stan quickly made his way back to the cell door.

“Stan!?!”

Stan heard Dipper’s muffled voice through the door, and he wondered if his grunkle had been calling out to him during the entire fight.

“I-I’m okay!” Stan managed to call out, though his arms were still shaking.

Looking at the lock again, Stan realized that he didn’t have the lock pick in his hand anymore. He glanced at the dead bounty hunter and grimaced. It must have fallen out of his hand when he was grabbing the gun. Then his eyes caught sight of something else. A card of some sort attached to the bounty hunter’s pants.

Making a face, Stan quickly ran over and unclipped the card, backing away from the dead alien as fast as he could and making his way back to the door. Taking a breath, Stan held up the card to the screen. For one second, nothing happened. Then it flashed green and Stan quickly pulled on the door. It swung open with ease and a moment later he was met with the sight of Mabel and Dipper looking at the door with wide eyes.

Stan put on his best grin, doing a pretty good job of shoving aside any residual fear as he stepped into the cell.

“All according to plan.”

[twosiptipsy]

is there anything so undoing as a daughter?

[buddiedaydreamer911]

okay but that was real. eddie’s speech was real. i didn’t read that in a fanfiction, ryan guzman acted that scene out and poured his heart and soul into it. that actually happened.

then christopher walked in, christopher thinks kim is his mom.

i need to go lie down.

[theetherealshade]

I did something stupid.

Let averyone see my gay wallpaper in a work meeting. With super famous mentor.

I don’t think I will ever stop cringing from this.

The image, if you would like to know

[sarah-cam]

"he was the best friend we ever had"

[synonymroll648]

headcanon that the reason sophie still has eyelashes to pull on the regular is that grady and edaline worked something out with the dizznees to get a tasteless formula to help eyelash growth specifically to put drops of in her bottles of youth. because there’s no way her ptsd-induced trichotillomania (oversimplified definition for those who aren’t familiar: hair pulling disorder) is gonna die down during the war, so they’re trying to make sure she doesn’t move from eyelashes to eyebrows or her Hair hair by giving her More Eyelashes

[enchantra35]

Listen, the shinyduo/agathario pararels started mostly as a joke... but I don't think it's a joke anymore. This shit HURTS.

[thunderpoolisawesome]

I’m in love. I’m in love guys.

WHY DID THEY FUCKING DO THAT. ERIK NOOOOO

[blueskittlesart]

like at a certain point i just have to kill myself

[quibbs126]

So I was reminded of a brainwave today as I was taking way too long to try and get hangars and food

So I had this thought once of TF One Optimus and Megatron crashing on Earth, but they have amnesia and don’t remember anything up to the events of the movie; they still think they’re Orion Pax and D-16

And because of this, they’re kind of having the time of their lives, with them actually having T-Cogs, Orion somehow having the Matrix of Leadership (and maybe being a Prime now?), D having a sweet Megatronus tattoo, and being on a quite beautiful planet and not having to be in the mines, especially when they get back to Cybertron with the Matrix. I mean, they have no clue how they got there, or how to leave or contact anyone to pick them up, or if this planet has fuel they can actually use and what they do when they run out of Energon, but that’s a problem for another time

I’m also thinking that while on Earth, they encounter a family of humans that live on a farm or something. Maybe they crashed close to or in their property. And so now they got human friends to talk to and give them shelter, and in return they help out around the farm (probably made easier when they realize they can turn into Earth vehicles)

So just good vibes for these two. Meanwhile the other Cybertronians have no clue where their leaders are and they’re in a crisis about it. But they don’t know that

[critterishere]

Don’t ask why Lois Griffin is there,, she’s just chill like that

original images here ⬇️

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

showed a friend your martin design and she went thought it was humanized freddy fazbear. how does that feel

Close enough! Welcome back Freddy Fazbear!