#im not sure

[mistermalaprop]

change was inevitable.

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finally!!! two months later and Vagabond's racer look is colored. he's so rouuund and meaaaaaaaaan and... yeah i'm glad he almost died-- let Carnage die and reform into Vagabond, he gets better character development.

i guess this is my first public angsty thing with Vagabond (other than his backstories but i'm fuckin Mister Malvolio Malaprop so... that's to be expected.)

It's been a while since I've talked about his backstory, and i have a bigger audience, so...

Vagabond (then Carnage) used to compete with Blurr a shit ton during racing tournaments. While Blurr went off to join the Elite Guard after the start of the Autobot-Decepticon war, Carnage would stay neutral and almost dies in the crossfire, becoming badly wounded and left alone. He'd be eventually rebuilt by one of his previous sponsors (Swindle) and leave his neutrality behind and start anew as Vagabond.

Vagabond wouldn't have any run-ins with Blurr after that. At least, well, when Blurr is... functional.

Carnage would've stomped Blurr's body into dust and rubble, cackling all the way as he cheers his victories, but Vagabond?

He just... understands.

Being broken and destroyed, left to rot alone until death finally takes ahold.

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[seohyunsfavorite]

Simon is just so big and muscular (tree trunk thighs..), like the size difference is just mind boggling, and he’s not gentle either, like if you’re looking for a gentle giant, thats not him

He’ll put you in a headlock while fucking you from behind, and that’s probably when he’ll try to be a bit gentle cause he’s trying so hard to fight the urge to snap your neck

Not that he’d want to hurt you like that but all those years in the field it’s just muscle memory!!

[iveneveze]

Can only do sketches lately, so decided at least try out some interesting styles.

[tadpole-art]

Atla yuri featuring some Earth Kingdom girlies <3

[number-cheetos]

You're a grown ass man, stop.

[whimsicallywiddershins]

Can you imagine those fucking trillionaires waking up from cryo in their fancy ships, finding out it's been 10,000 years, all happy and smug cause everything must be fixed now, that annoying cult leader is long dead, they can go back to earth and re-build society in their image while living in luxury ect ect

Only to find the galaxy in disaster mode, billions of refugees on displaced planets because their planets died, giant creepy beasts eating entire worlds, crazy death wizard people ruling most of the galaxy. All lead by the Supreme Emperor Necrolord Prime God whatever. Who is that annoying cult leader. Who HATES YOU.

[fellerhour]

artstuff

[fuctacles]

Changes

@genderthings ST Women's Day: bouquet T | 805 | Pre-Steddie | Transfem Eddie, coming out, canon adjacent, phone calls | I am not sponsored by Lego but they can call me wink wink | Ao3

"Hey, you're good at making gifts, right?"

"Who is this?"

For a second, Steve blanks, wondering if he's dialed the right number. But the voice in his ear sounds right. 

"Steve? Steve Harrington?"

"Dude, I haven't heard from you in forever."

"Come on, it's been a couple of months at best," Steve protests, but as he starts doing calculations in his head, it doesn't sound as short anymore. 

"Uh-huh, try half a year."

"Shit. Sorry, Eddie. Moving had been... a lot. Guess I've lost track of time. How's life?"

"A lot of work. We have a few labels interested in working with us, but we have to make a few more demos to get signed for an album. But it's... It's good, it feels good."

Steve smiles at the receiver, happy that another one of his friends is following his dreams. 

"That's great! I'm happy for you guys. We should meet up when you're less busy."

"Yeah, totally," Eddie agrees quickly. "I have something to tell you, actually."

"Yeah? What is it?"

"I, uh... So much has changed, man. Different city, different life... It's not Hawkins anymore, you know"

"Tell me about it," Steve chuckles. 

"And I'm changing too. And I'm worried it might be too much."

Steve frowns. Change was always scary, and often meant someone would be left behind, usually him. But he soldiers on with a joke. 

"What, you got even more tattoos? Human painting style?"

"You bet your ass I did," Eddie laughs. 

"Well, Hawkins might hate it, but as long as you're happy, your friends will have your back. We didn't save the world for nothing, right?" 

"Right," he parrots. "So, what did you want to ask me?"

"Ah! Women's Day is coming up and I'm completely blank on what to give Robin."

"Dude." There's a shuffle in the other side, like Eddie changed his position to be more comfortable. "You're her weird cosmic bestie, shouldn't you know her best? How could I possibly be of service?"

"Well," Steve draws out the word, slumping against the wall. "She buys all the books she wants, she's against expensive clothes, we're stocked on candy for a year, and we have limited space. But she said she'd like something to decorate her room, make it more homey."

"Uh, a plant?" Eddie suggests. 

"Eddie. Would I be calling you if the answer was as simple as a plant."

"I'm guessing Buckley is a serial plant killer then."

"She murdered my basil plant and I haven't forgiven her yet."

Eddie snorts before making a loud hum.

"Alright then, well. A painting, a poster?"

"She already has so many posters," Steve groans. "I'm not sure there's even space left on the wall, not after she stole that huge Madonna one."

"I see the big city is doing her good, huh?"

"I need ideas."

"I don't know, man. You're close enough, get her a vibrator or something."

"Already got her one for Christmas."

It's Eddie's turn to groan.

"Just give her fake flowers, Jesu— wait. Does she like puzzles?"

"Uh, yeah? But we have nowhere to display them, so—"

"Did you know Lego has flower sets?"

"It was a great idea, thank you so much! I forgot how much fun it is."

Eddie laughs on the other end of the line. 

"I'm glad to be of help. What did you get?"

"A bonsai tree. It looks great."

"Good to know you're living my dream," he chuckles. 

"What do you mean?" Steve asks curiously, before flopping down on his bed for the conversation. 

"I fucking love Lego, but this shit is so expensive. And, don't tell anyone," Eddie lowers his voice. "But I do like flowers, and can't keep them alive neither."

"I'll keep that in mind," Steve chuckles. "Sooo, when will you be free to meet up?"

"When you said about changes, I didn't think you mean...."

"Tits?" Eddie finishes for him, her shoulders angling in to hide. "If you can even call them that."

"No, don't hide! They're—"

A smirk grows on Eddie's face. She might be wearing make up and style her hair differently, but her dimples are all the same.

"Yeah? How are my tits, Harrington?" she teases.

"Shut up," he grumbles. "You look good, okay? And you'll keep changing, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm aiming for a rack..." she forms her hands into cups in front of her chest. "...this big."

"Who'll pay for the chiropractor?" he raises his eyebrows.

"Uh, my rock star salary? Duh," she rolls her eyes. 

"Mom, I am a rich man?" 

"Exactly," Eddie grins at him.

On their way back, Steve pulls her into a florist's and buys a single rose. 

"For the Women's Day I've missed," he explains, handing it over with a wink.

Next year, Eddie gets two bouquets: live red roses and a sunflower Lego set.

tags: @blasvemous @phantomcat94 @wheneverfeasible

[alysscoven]

most normal siblings

[camenxi]

Batman & Cass :3

[ghcstao3]

another flavour of dbh au because i have a problem:

soap being several years into the military now, he knows the schtick with the android soldiers. they’re easier to order around, far more expendable than humans, and they’re deadly efficient. he’s wary of them, wary of the lack of human empathy, wary of putting any trust into a fancy computer that would prioritize the mission over anyone’s life, friend or foe. he doesn’t like androids, doesn’t think he could ever come around on that, but he’s left with no other choice but to accept it. he’s at least grateful the elite task force he’s invited to join promises no close work with the mindless drones.

then soap who meets the enigmatic, legendary ghost, and immediately views the man as someone to not only trust—to an extent, at first—but to also look up to. the lieutenant gets him through thick and thin, keeps him alive through betrayal and las almas, shows him more heart than soap should expect from a supposedly stone-cold killer, more heart than soap sees in most of his comrades. and somewhere along the way, not quite too sure how it happens, soap starts developing a bit of a crush on the man.

and then the mask is removed. it’s only for a brief moment, but it’s long enough for soap to catch a glimpse of the blue led embedded in ghost’s temple, indicative of an android status soap had never suspected him to have. a wave of nausea falls over soap, his head spinning as he grabs one of the spare balaclavas from the pile. of course he’d fallen for a fucking android.

the one thing that could never love him back.

[coquettemouse]

Did you know that Percy and Piper's last names technically mean the same thing?

Jackson means means "son of (probably) John"

McLean is a (anglicized) scottish name which means "son (servant) of John" (John the Baptist)

[noname-404s-blog]

[itsnixderlol]

What’s better than sharing a sunset with someone you care?

[ccnidar1a]

fan doodles!! testing out a heavily-inspired art style C:

i love drawing fan like this a lot though. he’s so. Fan

[wr0wn]

weird stuff...