#i think that's something tfs did

[rxng]

What's your opinion on Exosuits?

"... well, I suppose they're helpful? It's very expensive to re-armor before and after lava encounters, after all. And loadbearers are exceptional in spark-structure."

"You are sniggering. Why are you sniggering?"

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[coldbycrossfade]

i have something to say,

[steakcreature]

Megatron's Tirade

I think they're too afraid to,

Feeling double-crossed is part of,

Bear the bed they've made,

Dealing with a loss, yes, but the,

Can't bring themselves to face the awful...

Healing is a process, that's the...

TRUTH

Taco's Tirade - Inanimate insanity

Bonuses⬇️

More megop coded palette version & first sketch version

My favourite divorce movie ever

[quibbs126]

So I think I saw someone mention the name Kiloton somewhere again recently, so I decided to search him up on the Wiki

And so you’re telling me that he was Megatron’s genuine close friend, whose death at the hands of humans was enough for him to restart the Cybertronian War?

Not only that, but that top picture in general??

Like I don’t know what to tell you man, seems like homosexual behavior to me

Megop may have a contender in my eyes now

[akkivee]

friendly reminder that when kuukou says this, he’s also one of the few characters whose mic and speakers manifest as weapons 😌😌😌

[lian-does-star-trek-in-a-jar]

I uh. Yea. Tiny doodle I did in class because I was tired!!

[mrmeepsmadmind]

' i think starscream was being unnecessarily rude and mean to bee ( omg starscrean being unnecessarily rude and mean, shock of the fucking century . ) if i had bee as my lil ghost buddy, we'd be best friends bcs hes so nice!!'

having bee haunt you is like being stuck on an eternal road trip with your backseat driver passenger mother who thinks 10 mph is a death sentence and violently grabs that little car grab handle by the window when you take a turn without fully stopping 500 separate times & oh boy if you don't brake at LEAST 10000million miles before that stop sign then say hello to decapitation! guess you wanna kill everyone !

https://x.com/blitzinthru

Starbeebles... moot me on Twitter... im tired of posting to the void in hope of finding friends ..

[socksracoon10]

look i am not a lando norris fan at all but for the lando fans pls have SOME decorum we're all stressed about the race coming up, we all have our favorite drivers that we want to win I get it, this is a crucial part of the race. At least on my views, i don't want Lando to crash or DNF like yeah it would help max but i wouldnt wish that on my worst enemy so at the same time stop wishing it for max, dont wish that for any driver imo because that's childish and rude on top of all this, lemme clarify max will NOT try to crash into lando on purpose (ive been seeing posts like that)... i fear people keep forgetting that max has matured a lot more than people give him credit for. He raced clean in Brazil, the worst he's done as of late was his classic pushing them off track limits move but any other driver would do the exact same thing at the moment in order to secure their championship. at the end of the day, it's so funny how a number of people that the drivers have never met will go on long rants to tear down another driver. I have my thoughts about lando, I get mad too and I say stuff not ONLINE where others can read. i think we all need to calm down keep our thoughts in our head and if your argument is "b-b-but other people are - but other people are doing it they're saying mean stuff!" THEN BE THE BETTER PERSON??? dont stoop to their level thats all i wanna say at the end of the day youre not their parents, youre not their gf/bf, youre not even an acquaintance... you are a person on tumblr... that they don't know... dont defend them to death, dont whine about them to death just watch the damn race, pray your driver does well and if they say or do something wrong accept that they did something wrong and move on with your life thats literally it ok im done ranting lol (i mightve gone crazy in the tags lol)

[pinnithin]

yknow i didn't necessarily start my wyll origin run with the intent of romancing astarion in mind but the more i play the more i find their similarities amusing when it comes to like, the surface level personality they present to strangers in act 1.

wyll is a compulsive flirt. you see it in dialogue with shadowheart and lae'zel - he just tosses out a couple lines that clearly aren't supposed to go anywhere (asking lae'zel if she believes in love at first sight, blatantly reusing the same flirtation attempts with shadowheart) and i see this as part of his Blade of Frontiers persona. obviously a traveling vigilante would have no time for romance or relationships, but he's socially aware enough to have learned that people respond well to a certain level of rogueish charm. especially if his reputation precedes him. he can safely and positively engage in surface level flirtations with the people he interacts with because the person doing the flirting isn't real - at least not to him. he often says the Blade is his best self, but to him its an ideal he strives to achieve, not the person he really is. and i imagine that includes the ability to give discouraged people positive attention in a nonthreatening way. its safe. its superficial. he doesn't have to follow through.

this is overshadowed somewhat by astarion's tendency to flirt with anything that has a pulse, but the perspective they both have on it is pretty similar. theyre both coming from a place of not actually being interested in the recipient of their attention - whether that be through astarion's ulterior motives or wyll's lack of capacity for a relationship - but they both still put on this front because it's habitual. it's worked for them and it's gotten them through the varying degrees of social contracts they find themselves in. so they wind up trading lines easily because they've studied from the same script.

anyway what im getting at is bumping these two personalities against each other can definitely result in wyll and astarion committing to the bit so hard they accidentally wind up in a relationship. like, you're safe, you know the rules, you're speaking in a language i'm familiar with but we both understand that neither of us expect anything back on an emotional level. wait when did we start confiding our deepest secrets with one another. what do you mean you trust me.

[akimojo]

Lowkey hate the possibility of ff9 getting a remake after ff7 😭 og 7-10 are incredible the way they are (and super charming at that), I just don't see the point??

If any ff should receive a remake next it's 100% ff6, despite being a great game I feel like that's the only ff that was actually limited by its technology and goddammit there were themes that just weren't dug into deeply enough!!!

[cluescorner]

I gave myself a writing challenge and I am fascinated by it

So basically I put the robins in a randomizer to give them a new order/role (because I just...kinda wanted to see what would happen + I like role-reversal AUs) and got results that are giving me a fucking brain blast.

Stephanie, the first sidekick who defines the role

Tim, the sidekick who dies and comes back wrong

Dick, the sidekick who saves Batman from himself

Damian, the sidekick who was never supposed to be a sidekick but would go on to prove everyone wrong

Jason, the youngest sidekick who is still the Kid Wonder

...So this is fucking wild. I've got some ideas and several of these fit perfectly (Dick's role is pretty similar to his one in canon), but some of these are fucking INCREDIBLE to explore (Steph being the first Robin is something I never even considered but tbh I kinda love it).

I probably won't write a fic or anything because tbh I don't like publishing my writing that much, but I might expand this into a full AU and post about it. I might randomize other stuff too (ie, stuff that I cannot change vs stuff that I cannot keep the same) but this fucking rules as a starting point.

[incorrect-losers]

Stan: You get no context but I'm a stupid fucking bitch, you already knew that but I'm confirming

Eddie: What happened?

Stan: Nothing just I am

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Have you seen the new details about abyssal corrosion in the new archon quest? Because the things that implies for childes combat capability is astounding

might be a side effect of me being a lorehead and doing accurate extrapolation from genshin's secret xianxia flavoring, but imma be real, none of the abyssal corrosion info from natlan was news to me LMAOOO

[evilkitten3]

au where itachi actually did just Decide To Do That and tobito made up the whole story about him being ordered to bc he wanted to sic him on killer bee (and maybe snatch that yummy yummy kotoamatsukami) so when sasuke shows up at the summit and demands danzou explain himself danzou has no fucking clue what he's talking about

[bodybeyondstories]

story prompt: mysterious virus is sweeping through a city. emergency rooms are filled with men with mysteriously swollen glutes. i’m imagining hospital beds with men laying face down, cheeks so big that hospital gowns won’t close over them. maybe it’s highly contagious and some doctors and nurses rip through their scrubs

Someone out there has to be working on some scholarly or critical writing about the viral/contagious tf trope and it's development over the past five years, I would love to read it. But I also love this prompt! You had me at the hospital gowns (which reminded me of Medical Mishap). Lately I've been thinking of a very similar spontaneous growth scenario, I had fun with this one

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"The majority of cases are mild," came a prerecorded message over the sound system, repeating a litany of facts, updates, known symptoms, unknown symptoms, processes, procedures, and support groups for the eleventh time since Devon had entered the clinic. That's what the pamphlet repeated on every page, he noticed, gripping the cover in his hands, his thumb millimeters away from a stock photo model with obvious butt pads listening attentively to a stock photo nurse.

The majority of cases are mild, he repeated to himself, like a mantra. He'd seen the more extreme ones on social media. Men laying face down, pinned to hospital beds by planetoid ass cheeks, or trying to return to their normal lives with buns that looked like overindulgent morphs. But he didn't think it would happen to him.

He looked around at the scattering of men in the lobby, some with partners, some with friends, some, like him, simply alone. All carefully avoiding making eye contact with anyone else. All sitting awkwardly on the pleather cushions and shifting slightly every few seconds. All having assumed--hoped--that they would be in the majority of cases.

I should've caught it sooner, Devon thought, rubbing his fingertips against his temples. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal, I--

"Devon?" called a nurse leaning through the doorway.

"Uh, yeah!" He jumped up, feeling an odd weight around his hips that he realized too late was the chair rising with him, its arms stuck around an ass that looked comical against his otherwise lanky frame. If the entire lobby didn't already have their eyes on him, he definitely caught their attention--and a few gasps of awe and pity--as the chair clattered back to the floor, leaving his basketball sized butt cheeks hovering behind him. "S-sorry," he stammered, shrinking into himself as he walked toward the nurse.

"Happens all the time," he said with a practiced, reassuring smile, leading Devon through the main floor.

He let his eyes dance across the curvature of the nurse's wide shoulders, the v-taper of his back still noticeable in loose scrubs, and the pert bubble butt that brought a pang of envy. When he finally accepted that he might have caught whatever syndrome was causing "uncontrolled gluteal development" across the city, his ass had already jumped from frisbee to volleyball. He'd always wanted a cute butt, spent countless hours on the squat rack with little success, but suddenly he had two globes ballooning from his lower back, getting bigger and rounder by the day, until his roommate finally convinced him that maybe the over the counter treatment didn't work.

So now he was at the ad hoc clinic set up in recent weeks for this outbreak, trying--and failing--to tie his hospital gown behind him.

"You can leave it open," the nurse waved his hand dismissively. "We had to special order some more of the, uh, larger sizes because we keeping running out."

"No, it's cool," said Devon, growing increasingly frustrated. "I almost got it."

"No, really, a lot of the patients don't even bother at this point."

Devon sighed. He had convinced himself that his own "mild" case just needed whatever the advanced level treatment was and then he'd be on his way. He had convinced himself that he wouldn't end up like the patients he'd seen on the way to his bed who had no hope of closing their hospital gowns or fitting into normal clothes again, flashing back to the brief, nervous eye contact with the guy laying awkwardly on his side with beachball sized butt cheeks. But he was already there, wasn't he?

"Between you and me," said the nurse with a twinge of anxiety. "We're running low on supplies. Whatever this thing is, it's moving fast. You're getting the last of the experimental drug," he said, handing him a pair of translucent patches. "One on each cheek," he added with a smile.

"And this will make the swelling go down?" Devon asked, eagerly slapping each patch onto his bare ass and plopping onto the bed with sudden drowsiness.

"We're still getting some mixed results with this batch," he answered carefully. "How does it feel?"

"Hot," Devon mumbled, as a burning sensation rolled across his oversized glutes, followed by a low, steady throb around his hole. "Really hot." He twisted around to caress one cheek, uncaring in his delirium about the hungry attention of the nurse but laser focused on the sizable bulge growing in his scrubs. "Feels like…I'm..." his eyes widened in shock as he felt his ass expand against in his hand.

"That's okay," said the nurse quickly. "Maybe it's something with the dosage. I think you're just a really good test subject."

"Test subject?" Devon repeated. "What do you mean 'test subject?'" He was interrupted by that rolling burn and bloom of pleasure, both more intense this time as his ass swelled further. "What was in that? What did you do?" his anxious questions dropped to a whisper as he sunk further into drowsiness, falling back onto the bed, his gargantuan ass jiggling with the sudden movement.

"I, um, I mean the majority of cases are mild, right? But you were ideal."

"Ideal for...what?" Devon closed his eyes as another wave of growth crashed over him, his cakes twitching even larger.

"This might be a...special case," the nurse said, eyeing Devon's monster booty. "Let me go find one of the guys from the lab--"

He backed into the counter sooner than he expected to, knocking a jar of tongue depressors to the floor and freezing in terror.

"No...no," he whispered, his eyes widening as his hand grabbed behind him. "It's accelerating, it wasn't supposed to move like this."

"What do you mean wasn't supposed to?" Devon asked, slowly turning his head to see the nurse shuffling through supply cabinets, his ass jiggling with his hurried movements, no longer the pert bubble Devon envied but now disproportionately large with an all too perfect, all too familiar roundness filling his scrubs to the limit. "Whoa, when did you get diagnosed?"

"I didn't. I was fine this morning, I thought I had more time, I should've had more time." His face contorted in discomfort as tears formed along the sides of his scrubs, his ass slowly inflating behind him.

"Yeah but most cases are mild, right?"

"Ugh, we just...made that up for the experiment."

"What? What experiment..."

But he couldn't answer, he was doubled over in pain, the swelling progressing so strongly he lost his balance, crashing against the counter and sending ripples through his cheeks. The tears along the side seams accelerated until his ass suddenly tore through the back, ripping his scrubs to shreds.

"Need to find...the extra doses," he muttered, knocking over medical equipment as he turned to head to the door. He opened it to see his path blocked by a pair of gargantuan ass cheeks being wheeled through the hall, a patient lying face down under them, surrounded by a crew of panicked nurses. "They're locking down the city!" One of them exclaimed. "It's spreading faster than the containment plan could've predicted, we need to--" their eyes locked on to the tell tale scraps of clothing hanging off his waistband, the bubble butt that was big enough to see clearly from the front.

"It's fine, I'm fine. It's just a mild case." His gravity defying globes looked comical as they continued to expand behind him, filling the space of the doorway.

"You know there's no such thing," they said, eyes softening.

No such thing? Devon squeezed his ass, at least as much of it as he could reach. His hole twitched with waves of pleasure and longing.

"I just need them to synthesize more doses and I can slow the growth down. I can...I can..." the nurse was grunting with effort as he struggled to get through the doorway, cheeks steadily inflating behind him, the muscles in his arms popping with exertion. "I can't. I'm stuck. It's not stopping."

"The majority of cases are mild," came the saccharine voice over the sound system. "But you should seek treatment as soon as possible."