#never getting over that name its so funny

[shipstorms]

so many sentences sunday

tagged by @astronomical-light!! and going with their stalag theme...except mine doesn't seem to be going anywhere so here is a whole chunk.

"Tell me," Gale says.

"Can't."

"Y'gonna do this again?"

"Oh my god. Leave it alone, Buck. I'm not planning on committing suicide by Krauts, isn't that all you need to know?"

"No," Gale says stubbornly. "No, you said there's something else."

"That was the hooch talking."

"Bullshit. It doesn't whip anything up that's not already there."

John gives him a look of overexaggerated shock. "Gee, good point from the teetotaler," he says, snapping with one big paw of a hand. The noise is thick and seems to have its own gravity, dropping straight down like a magnet into Gale's core. 

Gale laughs, even though it's not funny at all. Or, it's funny in a skewed inside-out upside-down kind of way, anger contorting to pass itself off as such. He's had a lifetime of anger. Bloodlines of it, probably. But that anger around John tends to get repackaged and spit out as something else entirely. 

He presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, fighting back whatever it is that wants to come spilling out, thinned and watery with drink. This was the problem with giving in a little -- it was never just a little. He should've left, or otherwise attempted to manipulate this exhaustion into a good night's sleep. Instead he's anchored to the ground and getting pulled deeper into quicksand in front of the one person who shouldn't be seeing it.

"Hey," John says, serious now. "C'mere." 

He peels Gale's hands away. Gale blinks at him. John appears blurry around the edges; whether from the hooch or from tears, he doesn't know, but both are humiliating possibilities. Gale knows what he must look like. How the whatever it is is staining glassy and hot around his eyes. Unsuccessfully, he tries to wrench out of John's grip.

"Quit fighting me," John says, and Gale grunts, "Thought that's what you wanted."

John moves then, rising onto his knees and leaning to clamp Gale's hands to the floor while simultaneously swinging one leg over to straddle him. He's quick about it. He's always been so quick. 

"You want to give me what I want?" he asks, barely hovering above Gale. "I want you to mean it." 

"I fucking mean it," Gale bites out. Another attempt at freeing himself goes dead as soon as it starts and he orders, "Let me go," struggling in earnest, but John's too heavy and strong to do anything except flop around like a panicked fish. 

Anger crosses over into fury, and then to desperation, and then finally to fear. In the scuffle, his hips brush against John's leg for a heartstopping second and Gale channels his efforts at escape elsewhere, shoulders wracking ineffectively, a desperate whip of his head back and forth. When he lifts his hips again, John puffs an irritated burst through his nose and the fear curls right back around to anger, ends fusing, tying all of it together into a neverending loop. 

Helplessly, Gale does it a third time. Something in John's expression shifts. He meets Gale's eyes, lit only by murky moonlight. They shouldn't look as bright as they are.

A fourth time, right up against the inside of John's thigh.

As if by instinct, John sinks down a few more inches, knees spreading wider on the floorboards, easing the way for a fifth, and then Gale loses count. The only reason he stops is because John settles his whole weight into Gale's lap and ruts up on him with a single, firm drag that has Gale knocking the back of his head on the wall once more. He's fully hard now. So is John.

John is still staring. Gale wants to claw at his own face. Beg him for something he can't even name. 

"What are you thinking about?" John asks softly, and Gale gasps, "I don't know. I don't know, I don't -- "

"Buck. Jesus. Breathe for a second." 

Gale tries to obey. John stills; waits for his breaths to slow before rocking in his lap and Gale's mouth drops open, though he's able to suppress any noise down to a rough exhale of air. He feels as though he's been thrust bodily through a portal, a sudden clarity pricking his nerves to life like he's jumping out of his fort all over again, the groan of steel whipped away for total silence. 

Into the quiet, John asks, "You settled yet?"

"John," Gale says, voice hoarse.

"I asked you if you're settled." John punctuates this with another deliberate thrust, and Gale closes his eyes, unable to continue facing this reflection of himself, except on John it manifests as it should -- heavy eyelids, lips wet where he keeps licking them. 

Abruptly, he stops. Rolls back onto his heels and rises, casting a terrible shadow over Gale. "Get up." When Gale doesn't move, John kicks at the sole of his shoe. "Come on, get up."

[elemental-plane]

i love how we never got like confirmation on what elsie and raj were but everyone saw them and immediately deduced they were a divorced couple and i think that's the funniest thing ever

[minart-was-taken]

Can I get some art of welt in traditionally Finnish clothing?

It’s where he’s from, and I think I’d be nice to see my guy in clothing from where he’s from~ :)

I can certainly try!

I actually inherited my grandma's folk costume recently, so I've been researching them a bit. This was a fun chance to look into the ones for men! Me and a friend decided it'd fit him to have lineage from Porvoo, he seems like he'd be from somewhere near the capital but not a big-big city boy. Average sized city boy...

By the way, although Welt seems to be canonically from Finland, I've heard he is also chinese and german, so if anyone reading this wants to try putting him in clothing from those cultures I think that'd be awesome !! [I've also seen some Sami Welts and those slap too.]

[skipblebee]

I was rewatching Twisted while working on some projects and this scene reminded me of them lol

I love Twisted SO much u guys should totally check it out :]

[dogydayz]

I so desperately need to see more folks write abt the inherent dynamic of how Cygate is like. a very much mutual, back-and-forth protective relationship. They protect /eachother/ and I think that thats such an important part of it all. Tailgate gets dumbed down a lot but he’s soooo far from stupid or plainly naive, his naivety comes from his optimistic attitude and lack of experience with more extreme situations. But he’s so fucking smart, and hes a stubborn lil’ shit, and he’s gathered every bit of how Cyclonus works and keeps it all in mind for whenever something happens and the guy /needs/ someone who /gets/ him to step in.

The “See, that wasn’t so difficult.” line speaks soooo many words. He’s so fucking patient man, if there’s one thing he has oodles of experience with it’s the passage of time having to be spent for a Good Outcome. That’s sorta what the whole arc of that development was about, showing what /he/ is willing to do. They are equal in what they give and take. They’re anchors for eachother and I NEED more of that it’s like my favorite thing to see in art and writing of them. They’re going to make me so ill i genuinely teared up writing this wtf

[discocandles]

I love jellal so much. Especially in the oracion seis arc.

Motherfucker wakes up, literally no memories head empty(more or less, he knows the name Erza). The man who can hear thoughts confirms he cant hear shit from jellal because there's literally nothing going on up there. Also he takes the time to steal a man's clothes off his back after stumbling across his unconscious body. He reeks of catholic guilt and late teens edginess at the same time. Good news he meets that erza person and isnt no thoughts head empty anymore, but now he's gonna sacrifice himself. She stops him and commands he atone rather than die and ok whatever you say ma'am. He probably stole that man's shoes too.

Everyone is telling him that he's committed atrocities he can barely imagine. Oh, except for this nervous baby tweenager who swears up, down, and sideways he saved her life and brought her to her guild when her dragon mother (her mom is a dragon? not the point) abandoned her. He's a knight in shining armor and a damsel in distress at the same time. He knows all about nirvana. He has no clue what's going on ever. He's in love with erza and has been for a while. He had no idea what she looked like or anything about her.

They try to make us believe he turned evil again just from hearing natsu's name. But after the mental breakdowns we've seen him have, it's easy to call bullshit. He offers natsu a power up so fucking awkwardly. Like he stumbles through saying "listen you hate my guts and it's deserved but please let me help you." in a way where im like "please just spit it out. Im dying here." He gets called a pretty boy and a war criminal in the span of like 15 minutes.

[telesodalite]

Never getting over Fulcrum being a project manager...

Idk why, but something about that is so funny to me. Not just because the title of "project manager" is inherently kinda funny for a Decepticon, but also because-

1. It's vague sounding and hard to explain irl because it technically exists in multiple fields, like healthcare or manufacturing, which surely translates into canon in some way.

2. In canon, it's simultaneously a really mundane, innocuous sounding job, yet it's also a super morally awful position to reside over depending on the context. (*cough* forced colonization and cyberforming *cough*)

And 3. It solidifies the fact that behind all the surface level militaristic work we get with both the Decepticons and Autobots, there's also Cons and Bots with "normal" jobs in both factions.

Like, sure yeah we get scientists and doctors, engineers and programmers, but usually in big important or warfront positions. (For plot reasons, understandably.) But it's also really funny and interesting to think of those that worked background positions, or minor jobs.

Like an Autobot working in their equivalent of an HR department, or a Decepticon who runs one of their outpost's or starship's kitchens.

Just all the pre-war jobs that didn't just disappear with the war, but instead evolved to exist within the factions.

It's particularly funny with the Decepticons though, because it could be a super mundane job or situation, but because it's them, it has to have an air of ~e v i l~ to it, either legitimately and/or merely for the vibes, like Tarn's "performance reviews".

[clegfly]

i love when people try to call heromari something else creative like all the other ships its so funny. fym "roselily" "picnicsandwich" they are MORONS their trademark is not getting the memo and making their ship name their names because they are IDIOTS and just rolling with it

[thetimelordbatgirl]

Close to losing my fucking mind with my parents I swear.

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

every time i try and actually think about gender stuff i always just come to the conclusion that its all stupid and pointless which probably isnt the best stance but also wtf else am i supposed to do at this point

[phosphophillight]

i want to revive my fnaf ocs (AGAIN) every few years. it just keeps coming back. i was so insane about fnaf as a child (i still am but more secretly) n i can never escape it

[im-still-a-robot]

Sailor Merope!!!

[burnthybread]

iiiiiidont know how to feel

[clumsypuppy]

started stardew valley for the first time. born to remember villager likes and dislikes forced to immediately forget it the moment i take my eyes off thw wiki

[infizero]

ok i finished the matrix. me when movie that is universally acclaimed and beloved is really fucking good: omg no way why isnt anyone talking about this

[moeblob]

There was a post I saw about someone who mutually ghosted a guy after a date and kept matching with him and they're not interested but it's the longest "relationship" the person had been in at that point and I'm like. Karen would mutually ghost someone.

She doesn't really tell Brent/Right/Evelyn/Chris his name (he has a double first name, Patrick is not his last name) and just refers to him as "My Guy". Like "Ah damn, My Guy matched again. End my suffering." And when she tries to explain it to Right who does NOT understand how it's different, her logical answer is "it's my God given right to ghost a polite man!"

Also I just imagine her confiding in Paul about Rick and he's like "is his name Patrick" and she's like "kinda". And after that, Paul calls him "Pattycakes" cause he's never even seen the guy so why not give him a funny little nickname. He's allowed to do so at this point probably.