#just by the track titles

[solemnswearings]

regulus black somewhere at the bottom of a lake: claiming the tortured poets department before it releases.

[cametotheshowinsd]

I love you, it's ruining my life.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT || April 19th, 2024

[dollya-robinprotector]

Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~

Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut

We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!

Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece

All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.

edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA

SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO

[robinfollies]

and we believed ourselves when we said we’d never be alone again 🌼🌈💖

[marzipanandminutiae]

let's play "spot the undervalued historical sub-field!"

source, source, source, source, COMPLETELY UNSOURCED STORY TREATED AS A SOURCE IN ITSELF DESPITE BEING- AGAIN- NOT A SOURCE AT ALL, source, source, source...

being a clothing history specialist is fucking exhausting, guys

(also enjoy those history myths, or at least mischaracterizations. "they were SO GROSS that their hair was FULL OF VERMIN ALWAYS and they only cared enough to MAKE SPECIAL HEAD-SCRATCHERS, not DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! EWWWW!!!")

[no1boa]

seulgi

automatic

[phannie-by-night]

When someone on phannie tumblr uses a long ass acronym and I have to figure out which dan and phil video they’re talking about

[kveom]

booseoksoon in 2023

thank you for saving my kpop booseoksoon <;3 i'd been drifting away from kpop for a bit but then booseoksoon happened and look at me now. changed my whole year literally don't know who i'd be if it wasn't for booseoksoon comeback. thank you for providing amazing music, even better performances and just entertainment all around. kings of fun, kings of energy, kings of adlibs, kings of performance please come back next year 😫 cr: x

[iraprince]

i have what is probably a really obscure question - back in the day when 8tracks was a thing, there was a sweat (acid soup) mix that i THINK you made + posted, with a cover of LOVEFOOL. i'm trying to find that particular cover of LOVEFOOL. do you know which it was?

okay so this has driven me CRAZY bc i REMEMBER what ur talking about, but i cannot find it at all. i tried to do some basic sleuthing, like poking around searching at my twitter and stuff, but all i find from then is 1. scattered evidence of a few ppl being like "ira what the hell is this demonic cover of lovefool" and 2. me gloating about how i only found said demonic cover of lovefool through like a 45 minute google rabbit hole. not helpful, past ira. also, i must have downloaded it at some point to upload it to 8tracks, but that would have been like, two laptops ago and there's no way i can dig up the file.

anyway i got a bit closer by digging a little more -- i have this kind of hazy memory of literally just typing in something like "cool lovefool cover" and trawling list articles, and when i tried to recreate it i found this meanspirited little vice piece with a description that i am like, 99.9999% SURE IS REFERENCING THE VERSION WE'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!!! ...but unfortunately bc it's from 2012, all the embeds are gone/broken (and as far as i can tell there's no remnants of links even when i inspect the page, tho i'm not very tech literate when it comes to stuff like this so maybe i'm missing something):

and as we can see here, even back then, if this was the cover we're thinking of, it wasn't attributed or traceable. but we do glean a LITTLE info from this: "under six minutes" means it was five and change, and it must have been uploaded to soundcloud at least 11 years ago.

i tried trawling thru soundcloud w those parameters in mind but couldn't find it... unfortunately i think there's a high chance the original account that uploaded it doesn't exist anymore. (i may have missed something, like maybe a different account has re-uploaded it and i scrolled past it bc i was looking at upload date, but expanding the search to any year is something i don't have the bandwidth for rn!!)

this might be a workable amount of info to at least go to reddit or something with? i feel like there must be at least one subreddit that's specifically dedicated to "help me find this obscure soundcloud remix that got deleted." but for now i'm afraid i must admit defeat, which sucks bc now that you've reminded me of it *i* really wanna listen to the decade-old demonic cover of lovefool too :')

[shrack]

just remembered natalie holt named the lokius theme Lokius

[hleamii]

Nightwing Magical Girl Transformation!!

The animation is based of a mash up of Mint and Zakuro's transformation sequences from Tokyo Mew Mew~

And the song is NIGHT WING by Shizuka Kudo (工藤静香).

[lestappentrain]

Let’s be for fucking real and notice even the FIA doesn’t trust Norris and his -nonexistent- talent to beat Max so they hand penalties wherever they see the opportunity. The title battle is being fought off track and it’s boring.

This is embarrassing for the sport and I support Max on his retirement talk from now on 👋🏻

[casualavocados]

Amir Wilson as WILL PARRY HIS DARK MATERIALS 1.08 | Betrayal

[my-beloved-lakes]

Trying to keep track of who calls who what in the Librarians is such a pain in the butt!

[thedeafprophet]

now hold on just a minute where on earth is the parabolan part implied.

lore wiki you cant just post that with no source - especially since the whole part during the gift involves needing her sister to Take Something From You in order to appear human so this doesnt track.

( i presume this theory comes from the gift text where she looks the same in the mirror compared to her siblings? but at most thats an interesting theory, not facts. unless ive missed something. )

[dragonnarrative-writes]

kid fic??? KID FIC!?!? who what when (like how old are they when they have the kid) 👀 - @mikichko 💕

For the WIP Ask Game!

Oh, the kid fic! This is one of my sillier ones. It's in my "Scraps" folder, but it's fully 5.1k words. It's an omegaverse fic where Soap is an Omega and Ghost finds out on a mission when the two of them discover two teens who have been experimented on. Hijinks ensue.

CW: Omegaverse, human experimentation on minors (off-screen), implied/suggested coercion, canon-typical violence, omegaverse-typical hormone shenanigans

When the bullets stop flying, the real trouble starts. Soap swears, hears Ghost’s irritated “English, MacTavish,” and doesn’t give a flying fuck. Two omegas, two kids, can’t be more than 16 years old, stare up at him with wide eyes and panicked scents. They’re huddled as far under a table as they can get, shackled to the goddamn floor. They have restriction collars on, for fuck’s sake, and ain’t that the topping to a rank fuckin’ day.

“Ah’ve two hostages, omegas, gonna need support gettin’ ‘em oot,” Soap finally says.

“Jesus, Soap,” Ghost mutters, like it’s his fucking fault.

Price’s voice is suddenly in his ear, “What’s the situation, Johnny?”

“Hostages,” Ghost answers.

“Two omegas, wee yins, shackled and collared, gads,” Soap rubs his hand over his face. “Ah can’t get them oot the way ah came in.”

The girl crawls out from under the table, awkwardly, chains clinking. The boy stays where he is, staring at Soap with huge, round eyes.

“You speak English?” Soap asks roughly.

“Yes,” the girl says, staring him down despite how hard she’s shaking. “He’s just a kid, leave him alone and I’ll do whatever you w--”

“Nae, nope, nae,” Soap cuts her off with a horrified laugh. “Ah’m not touching either of ye except to get ye free and clear of this fuckin’ place. Christ.”

The girl sniffs and her eyes go wide. Soap has just enough time to realize that his scent blockers are too worn out to mask the level of stress scent he’s got to be pouring before she says “You’re an omega.”

The boy under the table makes a surprised noise just as Ghost says “Wot?” and Soap would like this fucking day to fucking end.

He scrubs a hand down his face. “Where are the keys?”

The girl points to the body of a man across the room, so Soap stomps over to it and rifles through his pockets. There’s a ring of four keys, two large and two small. He takes them back to the girl and starts on the ankle cuff. It gives way easily, and the girl shakes her leg out.

Once they’re free of the cuffs and collars, Soap makes himself give them a once over. They’re actually not in terrible shape, a little skinny, a little scared around the eyes, but no bruises that he can see beyond where the restraints dug in. The girl is brown-skinned and tall, for an omega, almost as tall as Soap, and she looks like she’d be strong if she had the chance to move. The boy looks almost like a doll, baby fat still clinging stubbornly to his ruddy cheeks. Their clothes are ill fitting, obviously a few sizes too big, but they’re at least clean.

“Hold position,” Price says in his ear after minutes of silence. “Ghost is on his way to escort you. Working on moving up the exfil.”

“Oh tha’s just fuckin’ swell,” Soap mutters under his breath. Louder he says, “Ah can’t get ye oot the wayah got in, so ah’ve backup comin’. ‘E’s an alpha, and scary as all fuck, but he won’t touch ye. Unless ye get shot, then he’s probably carrying ye oot.”

The fear scent, which had faded at least a bit, returns with a vengeance, but the girl nods. “We’ll cooperate.” The boy mumbles something, and the girl hushes him before turning back to Soap with a decisive nod. “We’ll cooperate.”

“Then we wait,” Soap says, and snorts. “Might as well do mah fucking job while a’m here.” H

e starts sweeping the room for the files he was supposed to be looking for. There’s very little paper, so he grumbles and starts extracting hard drives. And then the boy is next to him, screwdriver in hand, viscously pulling apart a PC just enough to yank the hard drive. Then he’s on to the next, face flat, scent a mix of terrified rage.

It’s maybe 10 minutes of quiet, methodical destruction and then Ghost is just there. If the girl’s panic scent hadn’t spiked, Soap would have still been able to smell him, pissed as he is.

“You’re a pain in my arse, MacTavish, you know tha’?” Ghost growls.

“Oh, aye, LT, it’s mah life’s fuckin’ mission,” Soap snarks right back, standing and slinging the pack of hard drives onto his shoulder. It’s way more than they need, but the kid had seemed to need a task, so he'd let him rip apart whatever he'd liked. “Now if ye could dial back the murder alpha so we can get oot of ‘ere, that’d be great.”

The kids scuttle behind Soap a bit, anxiety scent spiking when Ghost looks at them. With a huff, he turns back to the hall. “I’ve cleared a bit of path, but we’re fighting our way out. Keep the kids quiet, stay small. Follow on my signal.” And he’s gone.

The fight out is less of a fight and more a desperate attempt to keep the kids from hyperventilating. Ghost is in rare form, meaning there’s nothing but dead bodies leading the way out. There’s one in particular with a jaw missing that the kids get stuck staring at. And then they’re calmer, all of a sudden. The boy gives the body a little kick on the way past.

Getting them to the fence without being seen is stressful, like all extractions, but uneventful. Ghost doesn’t meet them at the tree line, but that doesn’t mean much. He’s out there somewhere. Soap gets the kids to the RV point, and on to the vehicle without incident and without seeing hide or hair of their escort.

“You go on with the kiddies,” Ghost says in his ear. “They don’t need my scent scaring the piss out 'f 'em.”

“Aye,” Soap acknowledges, and gestures the kids into the car. “Let’s go.”

“What about your alpha?” the boy asks, and Soap jumps at the sound of his voice.

“He’ll get picked up later. We’re going.”

“But he protected us,” the boy says, eyes darting around in the darkness. “Shouldn’t he stay with us?”

“Aye, ‘e’s a great, big protector,” Soap rolls his eyes. “And ‘e stinks to high heaven. Ye really want to sit in an enclosed space with ‘im?”

“I think he smells nice,” the girl says.

“He smells spicy,” the boy says. “Like chipotle peppers.”

“Just when he’s angry,” Soap finds himself saying. “Normally he smells like oatmeal cookies.”

“What the fuck, Soap?” Ghost sighs.

“Just get in the car,” Soap says, a little desperately. “We need to leave.”

The boy’s eyes dart around, faster. “Don’t be mad? But… you… probably shouldn’t drive.”

Soap’s face must do something, because the girl spits it out plainly, “They gave us something, it’s a hormone thing, like a heat inducer. But not like a mating heat, it’s more of a family heat? It makes our brains fuzzy, and any omegas around us, and I think it’s gonna kick in soon.”

“Och, can today get any better?”

“Status update,” Price says in Soap’s ear.

“Ran into a bit of a snag,” Ghost replies. “Hostages were lab rats and Soap’s compromised. Hormones.”

Price swears. “Can you still get to exfil?”

“Ghost has to drive,” Soap says, resigned. To the kids he says, “Get in the damn truck and strap yourselves doon. You’re gonna wish ah was behind the wheel before long.”

Ghost seems to materialize at Soap’s shoulder. “Quit telling people I can't drive.”

Soap does not jump. He stomps over to the front passenger seat and climbs in. “Then quit being a shite driver.”