#rectangle hater

[your-local-endrman]

Dont be such a square/slur

[sprib]

Not to be THAT person, but….

I went ahead and ranted in the tags: tl;dr you cannot base a buildings brutalismness purely on how much concrete there is

i feel like we don't appreciate these days how much the twin towers sucked, like, design-wise

they were contemporarily hated for just being these giant grey monoliths

like there probably could've been an easier way to get rid of them, but they probably needed to go either way

[despazito]

vitriolic bluey haters are cringe its literally just a cute show with some decent lessons for kids. its nothing groundbreaking but calling it just as vapid as teletubbies is a bit dishonest imo. yes people want to fuck the rectangle dog dad but i was around when this website wanted to fuck a clock and an anthropomorphized triangle

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly (part two)

genre: she fell first, he fell harder; fluff (?) with hints of angst; drama; no explicit smut

kms masterlist | <- part one | part three ->

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader

cw: swearing, y/n being an awkward mess, subtle and indirect mention of sexual themes

synopsys: it's the last year of high school and y/n is paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week long project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if y/n wasn't awkward as hell and well ... if there wasn't her big fat crush on him. could this be the beginning of a friendship or maybe even more? one thing was certain: rafe cameron's intense, impulsive, and complex in ways that weren't always for the better, and y/n's mind? that shit was even more tangled. but she hadn't spent seven years crushing on him from a distance just to let this chance slip through her fingers ... right?

summary of recent events: y/n and rafe were paired up for a 2 week-long art project. they agreed to meet during lunch break to start working on it. after y/n picked him up after PE, they headed for the school’s dining hall.

word count: 3.3k+

a/n: i don't have much to say for this one as it's just an immediate continuation of the last one but i'm very thankful for the likes and comments on the first part. i didn't expect any at all so a big thank you to everyone who decided to support <3 i hope you also enjoy this one as well :) (also super excited when i’ll get to future parts where y/n gets to be more silly :3)

Important: I started using dividers after chat convos that include more than one screenshot, so you guys know when to switch back to the written story. Yk you usually click on the image to get a full-screen mode to read the messages easier, so whenever the blue rectangle image pops up, you know when to back out. Makes it easier to avoid potential spoilers, hope that makes sense :P

The dining hall at Kildare Academy was moderately full. Most students’ classes were already over, and a lot of Kooks went to the restaurants down the street, even though the serving station offered fresh high-quality food.

Okay, fries weren’t exactly healthy but they probably made them from potatoes grown specifically for Kooks (yes, as a Kook yourself, you were their biggest hater).

Whatever. The dining hall wasn’t the reason your heart was about to explode in your chest.

No. You were having lunch.

With. Rafe. Cameron.

If someone had told you this morning, you would’ve laughed.

Because, hello??? Rafe had been your crush since you’d first set foot in Kildare Academy in fifth grade.

Okay, not exactly special—what Figure 8 girl hadn’t had a crush on Rafe at some point?

But that wasn’t the point. This whole ... thing just felt so surreal.

A crush had always been just that—a crush. You weren’t the type to walk up to a guy and say, Hey, you’re cute, let’s go on a date. That would mean putting yourself out there and making yourself vulnerable.

And the last thing you ever wanted was to be seen.

Not in a physical way. That was unavoidable. No, what scared you was someone actually seeing you, the parts of yourself you kept locked away.

Ew, that sounded so fucking dramatic.

So while your 11-year-old self was doing backflips of joy, your 18-year-old self was having a full-blown existential crisis.

Okay, maybe not that bad.

“You were right,” Rafe said, pulling you from your thoughts. He was sitting across from you, pushing his fork through his quinoa-veggie bowl.

You eyed him confused. “About what?”

Rafe nodded toward your fries, the corner of his lips tugging into a subtle smile. “I am a fries guy. Quinoa tastes like shit and rocks.”

You glanced at his bowl before meeting his gaze again, a knowing smile on your face. “I guess it’s the color. Red and black ones are usually more bitter and more firm than their white counterparts.”

Rafe raised a brow, amused. “As a quinoa expert, you could’ve warned me.”

Your cheeks heated. You kind of had, with that dumb joke outside the gym earlier. “I thought you already knew what it tasted like.”

“I do,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his bowl anyway. “Maybe I just didn’t want you to label me as the fries guy.”

Wait—was that a joke? And why did he care what you thought about him?

God, I suck at whatever this is.

So you just forced a chuckle and took a sip of your water.

…

…

...

Shit.

Now there was that awkward silence you always dreaded in conversations.

Okay, okay, stay calm.

Should I say something? Should I offer him my fries?

You almost laughed. Hell no, that’d be so weird. Plus the quinoa part of his bowl didn’t even take up a third of the whole meal.

You wished Cara were here. She’d know exactly what to say and how to act. She went on dates all the time, made out with guys at parties just for fun, and could hold a normal fucking conversation with a guy she was interested in.

“So, you like… a real artist or something?” Rafe asked absentmindedly, breaking the unbearable silence. “Since you picked Art as an elective?”

You looked up, quickly swallowing the bite of fries in your mouth before giving him a nervous smile. “Yeah, I mean—no, I wouldn’t call myself a real artist, not like Da Vinci or such.” You let out an awkward laugh. “I just draw sometimes when I’m bored.”

Jesus Christ, did he have to look at you like that? His blue eyes were drilling into your entire existence.

Rafe nodded. “Digital or traditional?”

You blinked at him, stunned.

How the fuck did Frat Boy Rafe Cameron know the difference between digital and traditional art?

Your expression made him smirk. And as if he had read your thoughts, he said, “My little sister Wheezie draws random shit on her iPad all the time.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, figured it was a thing—”

“No, I mean—yes, totally,” you blurted, immediately turning red because you just cut him off. “Most people start with pencil and paper but drawing on a tablet or iPad is just as legit. Um… so, yeah … I do both, to answer your question.” You smiled awkwardly.

Help, he would’ve had a more entertaining conversation with a rock.

Rafe barely raised a brow, a lazy smile on his lips. “It’s cool that you draw. Guess I got lucky having you as my partner for this project.”

WHAT.

Okay, everything’s chill.

NO, NOTHING WAS CHILL.

Is he flirting with me??? Is he just being nice ??? WHAT DOES ALL OF THIS MEAN.

What were you even supposed to reply to that?

Hahaha, thanks, did you know I made our Sims get married in eighth grade? Topper was your best man by the way.

WHAT THE FUCK, NO, STOP.

Whatever, just say something. Anything.

“Thanks,” you mumbled with an embarrassed smile, eyes fixed on your fries and salad.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rafe lean back, pushing his half-eaten bowl aside. He shrugged. “Only sucks for you. Art’s not really my thing.”

No shit.

Also, what was that supposed to mean? Was he fishing for a compliment? Like Aww, no, come on, I’m sure you’re great at it.

Holy shit. Was Rafe Cameron secretly a pick-me guy? Were all these years crushing on him wasted?

“Yeah, I figured. Most people just take art class thinking it’ll be an easy A”, you said before he could say more and give you the ick.

OH my god, take it back, take it back—

When you saw his expression, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back. He looked… surprised? Confused? Maybe a little offended…?

Then the tension in his face eased. His lips twitched slightly before curving into a lopsided grin, making him look unexpectedly boyish.

“Shit, yeah. Guess that makes me ‘most people’”, he said with such ease, it was like you hadn’t just called him out.

How the hell did he manage to turn all your miserable attempts at a normal conversation into something so smooth? If you were in his place, you would've already walked out and dropped art class.

Yo, Mr Smith, this chick you paired me up with, she’s got the social skills of a dead fish.

This was so frustrating. It wasn’t like you were socially incompetent—not really—but around him, your brain just seemed to completely shut down.

“That’s not what I meant,” you said, furrowing your brows, annoyed at your own nervousness.

“Nah, it’s true,” Rafe replied, shrugging. Then he looked at you, a teasing edge in his voice. “So, if your art grade tanks, you know who to blame.”

Okayyy, he was either trying to get on your good side or looking for a smooth way out of this project—and you weren’t sure which was worse.

You swallowed your last fry and gave a chuckle. I sound like a fake ass bitch. “I’m sure you'll manage. Art is not about drawing perfectly — it’s more about the ideas and how you approach them.”

Jesus, you sounded just like Mr. Smith.

Rafe’s lips twitched into a cocky smirk. “Alright, then I guess you’ll have to help me be more creative.”

...

HUH?

OKAY. I MEAN SURE.

Be for fucking real, did he even realize what his words did to you?

Of course, he did—he probably flirted with girls daily. Or was he just lucky to be born with full charisma stats?

Probably both.

God, this was so embarrassing. Your face probably screamed HI CAN YOU MARRY ME, and to him, you were just some random Kook girl he was stuck with for a boring art project.

Okay, wait no.

Now YOU sounded like a pick-me.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” you said, cheeks pink, before clearing your throat to change the subject. “Okay, so… maybe we should start brainstorming some ideas? Like a mind map or mood board or something?”

Rafe leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table, and you had to fight the urge to glance at his biceps which flexed slightly as he moved. “Mood board? You talking about Pinterest type shit?”

Okay, wow, Rafe was absolutely not the type of guy you thought he was. Did he know about this stuff from Wheezie? Or some friends-with-benefits girlie?

Um, no, Y/N, none of your business.

You gave him a quick nod. “Yeah, something like that. We can also just start by writing stuff down.”

Rafe shrugged in agreement. “Okay.”

Okay.

He looked at you expectantly.

Ugh, did he really expect YOU to be the one taking notes?

Well, crush or not, he was still just a guy, after all.

You reached for the iPad in your bag, grabbed the Apple Pencil, and opened the Notes app.

As you scribbled down today’s date and gave the note a title, Rafe leaned in even closer, glancing at your screen. “Is this the iPad you use for drawing?”

He was so close now, his woody-aquatic aftershave filling your nose, giving you a strange feeling in your chest … and a very special part in your lower body.

“Yeah,” you replied shortly.

“Show me something then.”

“No.”

HUH?

“No?” Rafe’s gaze flicked from the screen to your flushed face, his lips curling into a crooked grin. There was a cocky glimmer in his gaze.

Good heavens, up close his eyes looked even more beautiful. They were the kind of blue people wrote bad poetry about. To you, they were a pretty contradiction—cold in color, warm in the way they lingered on your own eyes.

Heart racing, you looked away and laughed nervously. “I mean… maybe we should focus on the project first, you know, time pressure and all.”

With an amused scoff, Rafe leaned back again, glancing at his phone (wow, rude) for a second before saying, “To the boring part then."

Somehow it felt like you'd scratched his ego.

Girl, how could you mess up this badly? He probably thought you were some pretentious nerd now.

“So… do you have any ideas?” You twirled the Apple Pencil in your fingers, just praying for this painfully long lunch break to end.

Rafe pressed his lips together, scratching his jaw. The glass of his Rolex reflected a spectrum of lights under the ceiling’s lights. “Uh… dunno. What’s the prompt again? A modern take on the Greek gods?”

“A reinterpretation,” you corrected — then realizing you sounded like a know-it-all, so you quickly added, “but yeah, a modern version could definitely count.”

He nodded absentmindedly, fingers drumming on the table. “Okay, so…", he gave a dry laugh and ran a hand over his face. "Shit, what a stupid prompt."

You chewed the inner part of your cheeks. Okay, he clearly had zero interest in spending his free period working on some elective class’ project with you.

But it had been his idea to meet during lunch, you reminded yourself.

Forcing a smile, you offered, “We can always do this later. We still have two weeks.”

Rafe raised a brow. “You got plans or something?”

Oh. Guess that didn’t go over well.

You shook your head. “No, but if you’re not feeling it—”

“I’m not,” he cut in, his fingers stopping their steady rhythm against the table. “But we’re already here, so.”

That didn’t sound very motivated.

“Yeah, I guess”, you said, cringing at the sudden bitterness in your tone.

By the shift in Rafe’s expression, he must have noticed but before he had a chance to comment on it, you quickly picked up on what he’d said earlier. “So, a modern version of Olympus sounds fun. Maybe we can make it about the gods’ roles in today’s society or something like that.”

Rafe eyed you quietly, his expression impossible to read. He then tilted his head, scratching his nose. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe Zeus as the CEO of Olympus Industries or some shit. He’s the big boss, right? And everyone else just kinda works for him.”

Your lips curled into a soft smile. A corporate structure? Why were you not surprised.

“What?” He looked genuinely confused.

You shook your head, cheeks heating up again. “Nothing, that’s… that’s good.”

He raised his brows, a challenging tone in his voice. “You think it’s crap.”

“No,” you replied quickly, then adopted a more serious expression. “Really, it’s a nice take. Maybe his wife — Hera I mean — could be his girl boss PR manager, always cleaning up his scandals?”

A grin tugged at his lips, and with that, the weird tension in the air seemed to fade. “Shit, isn’t she also his sister? Well, yeah, guess she’s gotta cover up his dozen affairs. That guy’s a huge player.”

Okay, real talk—where did he get all this information from? He really didn’t seem like the guy to be interested in greek mythology.

It was cute though.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You seem to be an expert in this field.”

He scoffed amused, leaning back into his chair. His eyes mustered you with a strange mix of entertainment and irritation. “You think I'm a fuckboy or some shit?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Huh? What did he mean—

…

Did he-- ... OH SHIT.

A revolting feeling spread in your stomach and your cheeks probably invented a new shade of red.

WHY ON EARTH HAD YOU PHRASED IT LIKE THAT?!

Some evil gods or spirits must be messing with you right now because there was no way this situation could get any more awkward.

Frantically, you shook your head. “What? I… oh my god, no. NO! I was referring to the Greek gods. Not… you don’t give off such vibes. I mean, it’s none of my business anyway.”

Hey, if there’s a sniper out there, please take me out.

In your mind, you already estimated the cost of moving to another country. Canada had pretty landscapes and New Zealand--

A laugh escaped his lips — cocky, yet carrying a certain warmth. It made your heart stop and race at the same time.

“Relax,” he said bemused, leaning forward with his arms crossed, biceps flexing again. “People have said worse things to my face.”

No, this didn’t sit right with you.

You shook your head again, daring to meet his eyes. “No, I’m serious, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just … surprised about your knowledge of Greek mythology.” You froze, realizing this also sounded stupid. “Not that I took you for clueless…” Shit. You sighed. “It was stupid of me to phrase it like that and I don’t want you to think I take you for a fuckboy. It’s a shitty term anyway.”

Your nerves were going crazy and you fidgeted with the case of your iPad, waiting for his response.

Rafe silently STARING at you didn’t help at all. He seemed … surprised, maybe a little perplexed even.

SAY SOMETHING PLEASE.

“Alright”, he finally said, his usual cocky expression returning to his face. He slightly shifted in his seat, avoiding your gaze for just a second but long enough for you to notice. “Guess I picked up a bit from Wheezie when she had to do a presentation for school or whatever. She couldn't shut up about it. Shit was annoying as hell.”

For a moment, you didn't know what to respond. Why wasn't he offended? Why didn't he mock you for being so awkward?

You smiled, trying to relax your nerves. “Sounds like we could use her little expert knowledge on this project.”

Rafe gave a low chuckle. “Well, I believe we’ve already got a little expert right here”, he said with a crooked smile, his eyes burning a hole into your soul.

Oh. My. God.

The teasing edge in his voice made your brain shut down. This had to count as flirting, right? RIGHT?!

You chuckled nervously, cheeks a deep shade of red, and placed the Apple Pencil back on the screen. “Then I hope whatever I picked up from reading Percy Jackson will be enough.“

That's it, Y/N, you are officially banned from doing any more jokes.

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In English class, you could finally breathe again.

Your suffering was over.

During the rest of the lunch break, Rafe and you had talked about some more ideas. Gladly, you hadn’t embarrassed yourself any further (if that was even possible because you’d definitely reached your peak today).

At the end of lunch, Topper had picked him up and they’d left for their own English class. Your goodbyes had been a little awkward but you’d managed.

Right now, you were grateful they didn’t attend the same class as you because you certainly didn’t want to listen to them laughing about what a weird ass person you were.

Okay, just breathe. I did it, it’s over.

You tried to concentrate on whatever Mrs. Andrade was talking about but only half the students truly paid attention.

Afternoons in the Outer Banks truly were a cruel thing.

So you decided to check your phone:

Sighing quietly, you put your phone away and rubbed your temples. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, yet at the same time, it felt so empty.

Maybe I'm lucky and tomorrow I’ll wake up to a big newsflash: This just came in, Kildare Academy was reduced to ashes by a sudden fire.

But when had you ever been lucky?

Your phone buzzed again but you really didn’t feel like talking and thinking about Rafe anymore.

This guy had thrown you off track in just an hour but in the best and worst way possible.

And even though every part of you wanted to run from the thought of seeing him again — the way that uncomfortable feeling in your chest wouldn’t let up — there was still a small part of you that found yourself oddly eager to see him again, work with him on that stupid little project and listen to his stupid little laugh.

Because somehow in just sixty minutes you’d learned more about Rafe Cameron than you had in nearly seven years at Kildare Academy.

For instance, he was a lot kinder than you’d expected. Not that you’d ever thought he was like a high school movie bully or some shit but his occasional soft smiles and the way he didn't mock you when you'd said some stupid shit had definitely surprised you.

Plus he seemed to care about his little sister which was such an attractive attribute (and the bare minimum let's be honest).

All of this was so strange.

It sounded stupid but Rafe Cameron had always been just a concept to you. A crush you enjoyed looking at and maybe making up your own little idea of (and some scenarios to fall asleep to be for real).

But now he was... real and—

Bzzrt.

Seriously, Cara had class too—and with Ms. Langford, no less. And unlike Mrs. Andrade, she wasn’t exactly chill.

You picked up your phone again, expecting some delusional text messages—but the moment you saw the notification on your lock screen, your heart stopped.

No fucking way.

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

Holding your breath, you unlocked your phone, and the second your eyes landed on the profile picture, your heart took off in a full sprint. You didn’t even register Mrs. Andrade calling your name.

Because by some strange twist of fate, Rafe Cameron had gotten your number and decided to text you—after what you were sure had been your ultimate humiliation today.

You didn’t know whether to grin, cheer, or jump out of your seat—shit, maybe all three—but instead, you just sat there, wondering if there really was a god of luck and if he’d just decided to bless you.

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kms masterlist | <- part one | part three ->

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@ursogorgeous13 @my-name-is-baby @moneybaby07 @jjasmiineee

[strawberrystepmom]

izuku x f!reader. reader is referred to as wife, he is referred to as husband, reader has a defined and briefly mentioned career. wife guy deku compilation indeed.

Hey, have you seen this?

Your screen lights up with a text message from one of your closest friends, another message with a link to a video following quickly after and you tilt your head to the side at your desk reading the title of the video.

“Deku Wife Guy Compilation”

It makes you chuckle to see these terms stitched together, something that would probably not make much sense to your blissfully offline-as-he-can-be husband, but you understand what it means and press the link to open the video. It takes a moment to load and you jiggle your foot impatiently as it does, abandoning what you were last working on to focus as he comes onto the rectangle screen.

“My wife is the best,” filters through your phone speakers as clear as day and you smile despite yourself, the familiar butterflies you get every time you look at him blooming beneath your ribs.

“First of all, I want to thank my wife.”

“My wife is the true savior in our household, she’s a doctor…”

“My beautiful ____, my wife, my heart.”

“None of this would be possible without my wife so please give her a hand.”

It’s a three minute video stitching together every time he has mentioned you in victory speeches and press interviews and the like and it makes you wonder what people could be saying. You’re no stranger to running into the stray hater online yet you scroll down to the comments section, eyes widening when you see it filled with nothing but admiration for the strong foundation of love your marriage is built upon.

iluvchargebolt: man, i hope i’m loved like this someday :’)

momospantyliner: The way his eyes light up when he says her name at 0:48…beautiful.

Allmightisalright07: Reminds me of how i used to talk about my wife when she was still with us. They are certainly soulmates.

In comparison to other comment sections you’ve scanned in the past, this one makes you feel very warm in comparison and you feel the need to look away after being perceived by so many people who don’t even know you. Izuku’s love is so evident for you even strangers see it from a mile away, they can hear it in the soft way his tongue caresses your name like he’s kissing you every time he says it.

You put your phone down and turn back to your work, letting the video play over the speaker just to hear his voice when your screen lights up again and vibrates on top of your desk. Another text from the same friend, another link.

There are 10 of these omg

Another link pops up on your screen in a blue bubble, this time to a playlist containing videos in the same fashion as the first. Deku Wifeguy Compilation 1-10. Giggling to yourself, you press play and let the playlist run, each video growing in length with the shortest at 3 minutes and the longest at just over 10, your eyes widening realizing that he loves you so much there are videos worth of him simply stating it over and over and over again.

The same compulsion that led you to check the comments section on the first video takes over and you decide to pause the playlist and read, scanning the comments for anything you could potentially use as fodder to be angry about later.

shotopleasereturnmycalls: damn…i really am single.

Redriotsarmpithair9680: Love like this is rare. So glad our beacon of hope has a safe place to land after he’s done keeping us safe <3

You don’t dare to go any further lest you do see something you won’t like, keeping the video paused and locking your phone to set it aside and reflect. It’s strange to live a life so public and private all at once, hiding some parts and sharing the others, but you’re grateful the most consistent thing about Izuku is that he has never wanted to do anything but shine his light on you, to make you the spotlight of his world and everything about him.

Abruptly you pick your phone up and slide the screen upward, the messages app filling your screen. You click out of the thread with your friend and into the one with Izuku and you type out three simple words, the ones that you feel all day every day.

You: I love you.

Miles away, he looks down at his phone screen and snaps a quick picture of himself grinning, scrunching his nose, freckles barely visible thanks to the low light and bad angle but it’s all him - silly and sweet and sincere. He sends it off with the three simple words he feels about you in return, all day every day.

Izuku: I love you too, my perfect wife.

[regretevator-confessions]

I have a lot to say so instead of spamming asks i'm combining into one in a big ol list

I hope Folly gets some kind of redemption arc and gets sillier

Folly haters all sound like lampert /neg

I don't like lampert. he sounds like a redditor.

The tumblr sexyman phenomenon happening to unpleasant is the weirdest and funniest thing ever to me. that is a rectangle. how are you doing that to a rectangle. (not meant to be mean, sorry if it sounds like it)

The only interesting thing about Reddy is Folly saying there's souls possessing him or some shit but other than that I think he should be able to leave on more floors. absolute nothing character. make room for the sillier goobers.

I think less people should draw Dr.retro with boobs. that's weird to me.

People ignoring stuff like two characters being just friends or a character having no interest in romance and shipping them anyway makes me feel weird. can y'all please just do some research before shipping.

love when people draw certain characters more animalistic and stuff. creature-ification beam!!!!!

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[theriverbeyond]

as a longtime Hater of the squarecrop, waking up to instagram having moved to a rectangle grid system feels like someone came into my house and put the kitchen into the basement and the laundry room onto the roof

[acerikus]

4, 6, 7 and 22 for the ask game?

From this ask game!

4. Pairing that makes no sense to you?

Oooooh someone wants fun hater hours. Papyrus and mettaton, 100%. It feels super pair the spare to me, I don't think mettaton's ever even acknowledged him and papyrus calling him a sexy rectangle isn't enough for me when the whole underground finds him hot, papyrus is known for was overacting interest in people that he doesn't have, and it's just.... Kinda boring to me? But also papyrus is very aromantic to me (aroallo specifically).

6. Favourite headcanon?

This is extremely broad so you get one(1) thing I find neat. Aroace flowey real. 2 me :]

7. Least favourite headcanon?

Going flowey again. I am going to hit people who insist he's an adult with hammers. That is a child. Him being an adult also wouldn't make sense with the timeline, the themes or his character at all. This is a headcanon/theory I can NEVER respect.

22. Least favourite fic trope

The older I get, the less interest I have in fics that stray TOO far from the source material. A lot of vastly different aus end up feeling like they have nothing to do with the original story, characters or themes and then I'd may as well just be getting into something else or reading an original novel, y'know? Like modern aus of media with magic elements where they just take away all the magic instead of incorporating it in cool ways. Turning all the non-human characters into humans. Stuff like that. Unless you manage to get the original themes still in there I'm probably not gonna care for things like vampire aus or coffee shop aus either, and most swap aus completely abandon who the characters are for the sake of the swap.

Tldr; aus that seem to kinda forget what the OG media was, I guess.

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

hiii oakley. this is an invitation to ramble about whatever <3

i think your gonna get a number rant, you’re welcome (thanks for the ask lee <3)

ok so first of all, one. honestly solid number. not my favorite and i probably wouldnt choose it a whole lot but like it’s cool. i think to me it just feels too simple, like and?

two. look i guess two is… fine. honestly i’m always partial to odd numbers so it was never gonna be to high on my list. kinda has the same thing as one but just like also too like clean and perfect

and now for my favorite number: three. best vibes. it’s used everywhere, it’s like naturally a perfect number. it’s still simple but it has a personality ya know. it’s easy. 1000/10

ok so i think i like four. it’s better than two. honestly sick number. not much to say about it i guess. good solid round number. shout out to rectangles

ok so five is nice cause like it’s multiples are all easy but just… idk five feels a bit too overhyped. like yeah he’s cool i guess but he’s not that cool

i don’t have much to say about six. it’s a multiple of three and i think that cancels out enough of the two vibes i get from it. idk it’s ok i guess

i would like to come out as a seven hater. it’s defiantly too over hyped. it’s an honorary even number with its perfectness and i mean that in a bad way. much too sterile, go like stare at rust colored mountains or hug a tree or something

side note but thirty two is an honorary odd number the same way that seven is an honorary even. thirty two is a solid number. shout out thirty two

eight has the vibe of like the one that’s in charge. like they’re the one who’s the leader of the group that is like no one’s favorite. like kai in ninjago and leo in tmnt

nine has always had sort of the vibe of like a bad boy or something. like the story i’ve always had in my head for when you multiply something by nine is like him seducing the others partner, like how nine time eight is seventy two it’s like two is the partner of eight because that’s how you get ten but nine is too charismatic and switches eight out for seven and just kinda smirks at the fuming eight. sick number honestly, has always been a favorite

i think i’ll just do the digits so i have somewhere to stop lol

um send me another ask sometime if you wanna hear me ramble about zero

[shotmrmiller]

Why do you say you’re like a wet cigarette? I remember you posted something of yourself a long long time ago and I thought you were fucking gorgeous

cuz i've got an athletic type build that i've always hated. can't wear form fitting shit cuz i just look like a soggy rectangle n im pretty sure i have body dysmorphia

when i say i was a hater i mean it no one is safe not even me lmaoooo

[ranvwoop]

For 20 years i had those tiny rectangle glasses because i thought they were more masc but i had to dig them up after my current pair broke and i HATE them . never listen to the haters (dysphoria. society. many options)

[alohaastro]

Moon transiting Taurus to Gemini, Saturday, October 19th, can bring changes for the better, and luck in financial or romantic endeavors, when you choose to let your light shine by expressing your unique talents or beliefs, as the moon conjunct Uranus in Taurus participate in multiple aspects of support and manifestation - a Grand Trine, a Kite, a Mystic Rectangle, a Castle, and a Yod, amplifying the positive influences of the sun in Libra, Venus in Sagittarius, Mars in Cancer, Neptune in Pisces, and Pluto in Capricorn. But, there is a possibility of resistance, repulsion, and potential conflict internally, or externally, being activated by a Grand Cross of Chiron in Aries, with the sun, Mars, and Pluto, as well as a "yea or nay" critical mindset of commitment or avoidance, due to Mercury in Scorpio trine to Saturn in Pisces, but square to Pluto. The moon and Uranus in Taurus opposing Venus in Sagittarius holds the key to unlocking the highest and best potential offered in today's energy patterns - as long as you are not willfully doing harm to another, don't give a flying fuck what others think of you. Revel and frolic in the magic of you! It is highly likely that some of the haters are just jealous, and equally likely that you are freeing other people from their restrictions by being an inspiring and empowering example of a self actualized happy person for them to emulate.

[alhaithamaskblog]

Cheese hater anon is crazy because COLBY JACK (by the cube, though not being a cube, it's a RECTANGLE) is really good and ALMOST better than fresh mozzarella

Keyword being almost?

[jaskersneakthief]

I'll forever love calling my bbgirls couple names and that each one is different

Oh Bill Cipher???? That's my weird girlfriend

Tony???the talking clock with his awful indoctrination technics?? My hater wife

Kevin Jr!???the british rectangle??? My fiancé

[albertbutyoucancallmebert]

@janitorlarry7

(prev) When the ants formed a smiley face right in front of him, Larry smiled back at the ants before he had to hear what Bert had to say. ..Yeah..! He was one of the most hard-working and talented watchdogs in the entire ship! How could he possibly forget that? The nearly 10 years of experience and knowledge Larry had in cleaning stuff for the hater empire was enough to make up not choosing to be a soldier due to his cowardice and shy nature...He was proud to be working for Lord Hater and Commander Peepers as a janitor. And he was happy that there were people out there who appreciated his work like Bert did. Larry felt a little bit of a tear slip out of his eye from getting overwhelmed with nice comments about him and his work ethic. "Oh stop- you're making me cry a little now." He chuckled as he wiped a couple more tears forming in his eye "You're..you're way too kind, Bert. You know that?"

Bert rubbed the back of his head. “Gehe, I do know that. I also know what it's like to struggle with self-worth. Not fun! So I'll be too kind if it means cheering up a friend..."

Bert looked at his laptop and an idea popped into his head. He smiled and turned it to have the screen face Larry. There was a mess of menus, lists, and codes all over it, but in the middle was a blank window.

“Want to write or draw something with ants? Just use the trackpad to draw in that black rectangle in the middle of the screen!” 

[welcometomybraincomics]

Hi local math hater and robot drawer here

I just make them round lmao

Or leave things undefined

though funnily enough, I made the best 3d shapes in elementary school (as dictated by my teacher saying they were really good and me doing them faster than everybody else)

I think part of the problem is that I need to make a 3d model of bots in my head to draw them to what I consider to be “adequate,” so maybe I'm just some other kind of nerd

*looks at my half-finished cardboard reconstruction of Lazerbeak + functional transformation*

Anyway I've drawn Soundwave enough times to have the beginnings of a mental 3d model of him

I think it helps that part of my construction process when sketching things at angles includes boxes anyway. It's kind of hard to figure out the angle of a body if you draw it as a oval. It's much easier to see/remember what you're doing if you make it a rectangle. Then, if you want to attach a head to the body, being able to find the center of the rectangle (where the neck would attach) makes it easier to figure out where to place the head without it looking unnatural (like the neck is broken or attached on the wrong place on the skull or smth). That way, you don't have to memorize what a person looks like at every conceivable angle

…. It occurs to me after writing this that what I just described is basically math without numbers, so….

Transformers artists gotta be math fans because the fucking angles on these bots????