#oh boy is this thing a beast

[antigonesghosts]

What I loved about Cinderella's Castle is it is so entirely about Ella. We know starkid can handle a show with tons and tons of characters but I found it quite refreshing for it to be so wholly her story? I think it was a lovely choice for this show and man Bryce did such a perfect job of it, she is truly such a star

[mo-ok]

putting teeth on helmets i think should have them

[mantisgodsdomain]

Finished Slay The Princess.

Final order of princesses: The Stranger, The Damsel, The Moment of Clarity, The Prisoner, The Wounded Wild

Final number of princesses killed: Somewhere between 0 and 0.5

Final number of princesses slain: 0

Out of all of the Princesses, The Beast ranked at #1 enthusiasm from the liveblog chat and #7 (out of 7) at amount of coherent commentary made. #1 comment across all routes was "women" from all members of chat. Had a lot of fun doing it. We are really, really bad at slaying princesses.

[hauntingblue]

Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....

[3amsnek]

birthday bastard boy!!! went in a completely different direction this time with my annual Jim Appreciation Art and had a blast painting him with some fun brushes :3 love my strange lil son

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reblogs >> likes!!

[deadlifeseries]

How to move on

This one is reaaaaallly angsty.

Inspired by this post by my lovely mutual @featherglum i give you: post-cannon ficlet where Bulkhead tries to cope ith Prowl's death with a side of paranormal activity.

This one might need some content warnings: vague references to suicide statistics and suicidal thougths (not sure how to formulate this one), major character death (duh)

They all knew that something like this could happen.

As much as they wanted to push it down and not think about it they all knew that any battle could be their last.

And while their victories quelled some of that anxiety it still crept in at night when they tried to sleep. When they felt the dull aching from injuries they suffered.

It was like a looming shadow, like the grim reaper's scythe was always just an inch away from their necks.

But this knowledge didn't make it any easier to cope when the worst really came to pass. Seeing Prowl's lifeless body cut deep, it made what should be a massive victory feel like a loss.

It made the journey back to Cybertron quiet and gloomy, everyone was trying to cope with the reality of what happened. Knowing that Prowl was dead, that his sparkless shell was laying tucked away on the ship and would remain there until they arrive on Cybertron haunted everyone.

Of course it was hard for everyone. Prowl was their friend, their family... but it was clear who took it the hardest. Bulkhead, his conjunx.

It was hard to navigate. They wanted to give Bulkhead space to mourn, but at the same time they all knew how often a bot who recently lost their conjunx would decide to join them. So they would take turns checking up on him. Making sure he's eaten even a little bit, making sure he at least tried to get some sleep, or simply sitting with him for a little while.

It didn't get any easier once they got to Cybertron, either. Having to deal with the attention from having beaten Megatron, Prowl's funeral, a whole lot of questioning from the elite guard, and of course they acted like noting was wrong but it all felt so hollow. It didn't feel right that Prowl wasn't there with them.

It also didn't help that Bulkhead was consulted for how Prowl's funeral should be. It only made sense that they's ask him but Bulkhead's state of mind made him unable to contribute much, so he went along with what the cyberninja corps suggested with a few things he insisted on. Like keeping Prowl's weapons as a memento, he was allowed that.

The next few days felt empty, it was like Cybertron wasn't home anymore. Optimus came to Bulkhead one day and said something is happening on earth and aksed if he wants to come with. With nothing else to do he accepted the offer.

It was nice to get back, even if it was only because he could find somewhere quiet. Walking through the old base felt foreign, everything was untouched, exactly where it was all left. He didn't dare to enter Prowl's room. Part of him hoped, clung to the thought that maybe everything that had happened was just a weird dream. That if he entered that room he's see Prowl meditating under the tree and he'd look up and smile. But that wouldn't happen. Prowl was gone, and as much as Bulkhead ached to be together again he knew it was no use.

He tried to distract himself, everything from painting to walking through the woods. But everyhting just made him think of Prowl. He went out and ended up on a forest path that Prowl had shown him. It was almost like he could feel Prowl next to him, talking about the different things around them. That walk ended up with Bulkhead sitting and sobbing for a little while.

As days went on a lot of the intense emotion mellowed out just a little bit. What first felt like half of his spark getting violently ripped out became a dull aching. But the longing for having Prowl close to him once again was only growing stronger.

One particular night the longing grew so extremley strong that he didn't know what else to do. So he went to Prowl's room.

It was exactly like how he remembered. The tree, the poster, the paintings and other things that Bulkhead made for Prowl. He looked at the leaves all over the floor, Prowl always made sure to keep the floor clean. To have something to do Bulkhead picked up a broom and began cleaning up the leaves and swept them up neatly against the base of the tree the way Prowl always would.

He sat down near the tree and sighed deeply, looking blankly up at the leaves on the tree. It was sombre, the setting sun painted the sky in warm shades of yellow and red, with the clouds looking pink and fluffy. It was a beautiful sight, it was almost comforting. Bulkhead sighed and closed his eyes, he began humming.

After a few moments he thought he could hear Prow's voice next to him. Bulkhead opened his eyes again and looked down.

It was Prowl, or at least an apparition of him. He looked up at Bulkhead and smiled. It was too good to be true but there he was.

"P-Prowl?" Bulkhead's voice was barely above a whisper, like anything even slightly louder would make this moment end.

Prowl stood up, it was en effortless and smooth motion like there was no gravity. He stood up and reached out a hand, gently carresing Bulkhead's face.

"Yes, it's me" his voice was filled with a warmth that made the sunset behind him seem bland, "I'm... I'm so sorry.... I didn't want to leave you like this". The edges of Prowl's visor were tilted down, his voice held such chilling sorrow.

"I miss you... I... don't know what to do" Bulkhead leaned into Prowl's touch, he wanted to keep his composure, but he couldn't keep his voice from shaking, "I just want to be with you again".

"i know, I want to be with you, too" Prowl was floating, and he leaned in close to Bulkhead, "but, please... don't rush to join me. I want you to live, for as long as possible".

Bulkhead was losing his composure more by the moment, small tears apprearing in the corners of his eyes. "But... I can't live without you" his voice was quiet and pleading.

Prowl wrapped his arms around his neck and continued speaking softly, "I know that it's hard, but i know that you can do this. You're strong, and I will patiently wait for you no matter how long it takes".

It had been so long, too long since the last time they sat together like this and getting to feel it again broke whatever facade Bulkhead was trying to uphold. It started with a small tremble, then his breath hitced in his throat and he broke down sobbing. "It's not fair.... it's not fair.... it hurts... why does it have to hurt so bad? Why couldn't we just be together?".

Prowl did his best to console him, but nothing changed the reality that he couldn't do anything. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... please forgive me...". Prowl knew that there was no other way, no matter how much he wished that there was. So he sat there with Bulkhead, listening to him, doing his best to comfort his conjunx until the sobbing subsided.

"Please... I want you to keep living. Can't you do it... for me?" Prowl leaned back to look at Bulkhead "I will wait for you, for all eternety if that's what it takes", he gently wipes his love's tears away.

Bulkhead sighs and nods, "I'll... do it, for you" he looks at Prowl, the apparition slowly fading, he leans in for one last kiss. It feels warm, like nothing ever happened. And with it it's like a piece of himself that Bulkhead had lost was restored.

He opened his eyes again, looking towards the now darker sky. It was still painted in reds and pinks, but the mood in the room had shifted. The once melancholy mood had become lighter, and while being in Prowl's room knowing that it no longer had its occupant was still saddening, getting to hear Prowl's final wish for him made Bulkhead think of all the things he had to do. He still had people who cared about him, he still wanted to do so many things, and he would do all of them for Prowl.

An he stood up and left Prowl's room he looked twards an empty canvas, it was left untouched since the day he set it up before they had their final battle against megatron. He sat down and started painting, it was a scene of a vibrant sunset with the sihluette of a certain someone sitting in the horizon. He signed the painting and wrote "I promise" on the back.

He hung the painting up in Prowl's room, and whenever the feelings of sorrow and loss became too much to bear he'd come and look at the painting. It was a reminder to the promise he made, he would live his life to the fullest and he knew that Prowl would be waiting for him on the other side.

[scuddle-bubble101]

Omen pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing again. "Alright. Evris, stay here, I'll... go get him I suppose."

The idea of having to deal with an angry Malice already was giving him a headache, but he could tell Evris needed to talk with him today. He just hoped he wasn't in the mood to pick a fight...

"Serry, if you don't mind, please give Evris some tea... Beast taught you where it was, yes?" He didn't wait for an answer as he was already heading out the door. The nightmare paused, looking over his shoulder at Evris. "...I'll be back with Malice soon."

"Oh......I'm going right aren't I?"

"Yes- Do-... Do you need me to guide you or?"

"A-h? No-no I got it! Its just... The walls aren't narrow here so its a tad confusing... I should be fine the moment I'm in the hallway!"

"Right... Careful then."

"Will do!"

[orcelito]

Listen I accepted my bisexuality and thus opened up the avenue of m/f shipping but in a queer way. Largely poly and/or bi4bi kinds of ways. But mostly m/f shipping where I actually delve into their emotions and see what really makes them tick.

It was always the shallow m/f shipping that I had a problem with. The "he's a boy and she's a girl, so of course they'd end up together" kind of thing. Given actual proper emotional development with their relationship, though...

Then Maybe.

[brionysea]

i call this genre "songs about mike wheeler's messed up relationship with his family that make me feel like i have a gaping hole in my chest"

[itsbrucey]

Need to cement myself as the Darryl Wilson mutual otherwise it'll all have been for nothing

[bobbinalong]

edited the new nightwing cover a bit. original (on the left) by bruno redondo.

[belladonnaprice]

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[skrunksthatwunk]

mannnn ok i've been waiting for the yyh fixation cycle to put me back on (!!!!!!!) rather than (thing i am so normal about but it's dormant) and it's taken a little longer than i expected and i was worried it was going away but i am happy to announce that WE ARE SO BACK BABYYY

[namira]

Honestly I have a lot of Thoughts on the US animal rescue industry as a whole, particularly the rescues in big cities in blue states, which generally don't actually have much in the way of an abandoned/stray animal problem. (I'd have to go in and try to find actual statistics, but a definitely significant amount of the shelters and rescues around here get most of their animals from overcrowded shelters in the Southern US, because there aren't actually enough unwanted animals here, particularly dogs, to meet the demand for rescue animals.) Like the demonization of breeders, no matter how ethical (and people who get animals from said breeders) gets insane. And the adoption requirements also get insane, in a way that can make it extremely difficult for anyone who isn't upper middle class or above (or old enough that they managed to buy property decades ago before the cost of housing became absurd) to get a dog in these areas.

[earlyspringtranscendence]

Forgot it was Thursday today going to shower and then watch dynamite I am so happyyyyyyy

[boredbonkers]

i love the idea of christmas and holiday cheer and being jolly and kind and giving and santa claus, but jeez louise do i hate the actual execution of the rampant consumerism of purchasing misc. unnecessary trinkets just because, and overwhelming social interaction and noise that christmas day brings bc now i have a box full of. stuff ig. and also unwavering brain battery drain