#sod the english

[thereweredragonshere]

What do you do for fun?

I draw. That’s like, pretty much it lmao.

Well, no, I tell a lie. Drawing is my main source of fun, but I also play football (As goal keeper!) where I have training every Tuesday and play a match every Sunday, and most the girls in my team are pretty cool :). I’m also really into building things. I got a 3D printer last Christmas (which I’m still in shock about I won’t lie) and I put it all together myself. I’m also very much into tech, and I’ve done my fair share of dabbling within game code and making mods for things (namely the SoDoff servers and Minecraft 😭🙏). And there’s also the odd steam game I’ll play (really wanna play the remake of silent hill 2) cuz like rn I’m playing rdr2.

Sorry lmao this is getting really rambly, but my main have fun activities are : Drawing, writing, building stuff, pulling my hair out doing overly complex tech shit, football and playing games every now and again.

[carlyraejepsans]

that feeling when you're drawing a character you haven't touched in a while and you suddenly FEEL the muscle memory return to you

[autism-disco]

ok i started writing about how scrooge is trapped in a cycle maybe i should be asleep

[metalcultbrigade]

Happy anniversary to this classic released on August 30th 1985!

[dr-george-ordell]

Not scp x hetalia related but my third attempt at drawing with colour

[kate-bishops-girlfriend]

THAT BIT AT THE END THAT'S SO CHEEKY

that's why it's so me 😀 the audacity

Beauty in the Silence

Leah Williamson x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

[WOSO Masterlist]

Silence has always been comforting to you. Being surrounded by rowdy footballers nearly 24/7 makes you cherish all the peace and quiet you can find.

Sometimes it’s easy to come by, the muted hum of the morning when you first open your eyes, an automatic grin floating to your face at the soft snores next to you. Sometimes it’s a bit harder, having to seek out solitude at the training grounds, hiding away from your teammates until it’s time to go practice.

You love silence. It helps you think. It helps you recharge. It helps you see the world in a different way.

Silence is beautiful, wonderful, lovely. 

You love silence. 

But this silence? Well this is just torture.

Keep reading

[in1-nutshell]

Tfp Old British bot buddy that talks in old British slang and no one understands them they also have a baby predacon following them around buddy doesn't know where the baby predacon came from they just appeared one day and buddy has just kept the sparkling predacon

Don't mind Buddy, just collecting children nothing to see.

Hope you enjoy!

Old British Bot Buddy with a Predacon sparkling

SFW, Platonic, Slight Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP

Buddy has a locomotive alt mode and Old.

As in, they went to the same medical school Ratchet went to when they were younger type old.

When the war started, they sided with the Autobots and became the head medical officer in charge of the new sparks that came.

Soon when no more new sparks came from the Well, Buddy changed professions into Energon scouter and relic collector.

They had arrived much earlier to Earth to scout the planet for any Cybertronian relics.

The bot did find some relics around but made the decision to keep them hidden and just log in where they were hidden.

It would have made them a big target if they brought every single relic with them.

But the best thing they found was the sparkling… not that they would ever say it out loud though.

It was a Predacon sparkling.

They had been walking around the English countryside, or what was left of it.

It had been bombed and contaminated because of one of those human wars going on.

They heard chirping and whirling from behind some boulders.

Buddy carefully approaching the boulder. Buddy: “Hello?” CCCHHHHRRRIIIIIPPPPP! Buddy jumps and makes a small ‘TOOT! Buddy takes out their blaster: “I’m warning you! You better leg it before—" Out popped the sparkling from his hiding place. Buddy lowers their weapon. The little sparkling waddles up to them. Buddy moves away from the sparkling: “No, no, get! Off with you! I don’t need no sparkling slowing—” The sparkling leaps onto their shoulders, curls around their shoulders and quietly purrs as they drift off to sleep. Buddy: “—me down… Sod it. Curse ma bleedin spark.”

Buddy eventually grew to love the sparkling as their own.

Even giving the sparkling a name.

They named him Beany.

It would be another couple of years before Buddy would receive any message from the Autobots.

Once they did receive word, they were sent a groundbridge and entered the base.

To say the team was shocked to see Buddy with what humans would call ‘antique’ alt mode and a Predacon sparkling was an understatement.

They made it clear that Beany and they were a package deal if anyone made any objections to the pair

It takes the team a while to get used to Buddy’s accent and phrases.

Buddy does download the more modern version of their accent (they had grown rather fond of the accent.

But every now and then their original download would appear, mainly when they’d get angry, frustrated or needed to say something and didn’t want the others to understand.

Buddy and Smokescreen hobbling back to the groundbrigde. Buddy: “Ah great! Thanks a lot Smokescreen! The whole plans been botched now!” Smokescreen: “To be fair my plan—” Buddy holding a digit out: “If we’d followed your daft plan we would have been squashed!” Beany chirping. Smokescreen: “You aren’t supposed to agree with them!” Buddy scratching Beany’s chin: “Two against one, now shut your mush. We’ve got to report back to Prime.”

Buddy trying to approach Beany, who has something strange in his mouth.

[adventuresofalgy]

Algy extracted the presents from his Christmas stocking in amazement, and with great delight, for Father Christmas had not only brought him a nice warm scarf to keep his fluffy neck warm in the wild west Highland winter, and a tiny puppet to play with, but also a wonderful painting set of his very own, complete with watercolour paints, paint brushes and a very smart little sketchbook – and, in accordance with tradition, a wee apple, clementine and walnut nestled into the toe of the stocking.

As Algy gazed at all his presents, he hoped very much that all his friends around the world who celebrated Christmas had also received lovely gifts, but he knew that sadly there would be many people who would be cold and hungry and lonely today, and he thought of an old Christmas carol, hoping very much that some kind friend would help those folk in need:

Good King Wenceslas look’d out, On the Feast of Stephen; When the snow lay round about, Deep, and crisp, and even: Brightly shone the moon that night, Though the frost was cruel, When a poor man came in sight, Gath’ring winter fuel. “Hither page and stand by me, If thou know’st it, telling, Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?” “Sire, he lives a good league hence. Underneath the mountain; Right against the forest fence, By Saint Agnes’ fountain.” “Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, Bring me pine-logs hither: Thou and I will see him dine, When we bear them thither.” Page and monarch forth they went, Forth they went together; Through the rude wind’s wild lament, And the bitter weather. “Sire, the night is darker now, And the wind blows stronger; Fails my heart, I know now how, I can go no longer.” “Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly; Thou shalt find the winter’s rage Freeze thy blood less coldly.” In his master’s steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the Saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.

[Algy is singing Good King Wenceslas by the 19th century English writer and priest John Mason Neale.]

[soiwj]

Late Nights At The Office

Kafka x fem!Reader Office Au

My first time writing pls be gentle <3

English is also not my first language, so please correct me on any spelling mistakes!

Request/Ask here

You sat at your office lazily staring at post-its you stuck to the side of your computer screen. Reminding you of deadline after deadline as you sigh of frustration. Before you can continue wallowing in stress and a soon to be burnout, you hear the familiar sound of glossy louboutins walking past your cubicle. Her red-wine colored hair flowing so elegantly through the air as if immune to the damp office atmosphere.

Kafka, the head supervisor at your company, is one of the only reasons you can keep your head afloat during these stressful periods. Through helping you finish a task or guiding you towards the right solution to a problem, she is always the savior when you're most in need of one. You've always felt a magnetic force pulling you towards her. As if her sultry voice wasn't enough, the way she leans into your shoulder from behind you looking at your work from time to time doesn't help either.

You wanted her. No, craved her. But you can not have her. Not as if you'd have a chance anyway. You're sure theres plenty of pathetic sods out there vying for her affection, not like you'd be the first. As you snap out of your thoughts, your work phone rings. "Hey, could you get me some of that new printer paper?" Your leech of a coworker asks you. It's not that you're against helping someone in need. It's just that you're always the one retrieving stuff for people. Its not like they can't get it themselves. You just yearn to please everyone around you to the point you refuse to say no.

As you walk to the supply room smiling at people you pass by, a tall shape forms itself in your peripheral. "Well, hello, seems we're going the same way. Are you looking for some staplers aswell?" She says with a slight chuckle. Even when asking such a simple question, her voice still has you completely under her spell.

"I- uh no, actually, I'm getting some printer paper for jhon," you say meekly. "Jhon up on floor 5? Why couldn't he come down here himself?" You try to explain yourself, defending your coworker at the same time, stuttering over all your words. Luckily, before your words have the chance to drive the course of your conversation, the supply room door comes in sight. You reach towards the door handle, but Kafka beats you to it, opening the door for you, letting you enter first.

The gentle act makes your heart flutter. You shake your head slightly, trying to rid yourself of the butterflies.

The supply room is very small, no bigger than a small New York apartment bathroom. The tightness of the space making you and kafka stand almost flush against each other. You start looking through the drawers full of random office supplies, and you coincidentally find the staplers kafka was looking for. As you turn around to face her to tell her about your findings, you hear a swift click. The sound of a door locking. You look at kafka standing right behind you near the door, almost looking as shocked as you are.

"Are we..?" You trail on. "...locked in here? Yes, I believe so." Kafka finishes the sentence for you as she examines the door. A look of concern, yet her lips painted with a slight smirk. Too bad you're too concerned with the situation at hand to notice. You try to push against the door with all your might while Kafka just observes in amusement.

Before you cause harm to yourself, Kafka separates you and the door by standing in between. Looking right down at you. "I'm sure someone will come find us soon. How will they continue working without staplers." She says trying to lighten the mood.

You're suddenly hyper-aware of how close your bodies are. Her hips almost touching yours, your chin hovering over her chest. Her lips are not far from your face. The tension might make you combust. Her hand brushes yours as she puts her arm on the wall behind you, achieving a more comfortable stance. All the while, you're anything but. Sweating profusely, your hands feel clammy as you do not dare to look her in the eyes.

"You know... I've always wondered what you'd look like from this angle. Never imagined it'd be in a storage room, but nonetheless, who am I to complain about a gift given to me by the heavens." She says with a very evident smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she looks down at you adoringly.

"What..?"

Still not daring to look up, you question her words, trying to process what she just said. "A cute thing like you shouldn't be so surprised. im sure everyone in this office would love a chance to be here with you right now." She whispers in your ear, the words almost sounding dirty in a way you can not describe.

"I've been watching you lately. Stumbling into the office when your bus is delayed again. Your face crunching up when you're frustrated by whatever Excel document you're working on, your unwavering smile when it's lunchtime, and the local convenience store happens to have those little burritos you enjoy eating.

The only thing I can think of during those small moments is that I want to experience them with you. I want to be the one buying you the snacks that make you smile so brightly. I want to be the one relieving your stress during a tough day. I want to be there with you. I want you."

Your mind blancs trying to muster a response as your head is filled with thousands of different thoughts jumbling together into one big mess. Your cheeks redden faster than you can say stellaron as your eyes start darting around in the room.

"Look at me." She demands softly, yet still sounding endearing. The kind of kindness she only reserves for you.

When she notices you're not planning on looking at her any time soon, she holds your chin and tilts it upwards. Even in this stuffy storage room, Kafka looks just as dazzling as ever. To think a woman like that wants to spend time with you. The thought itself is dizzying.

You notice her leaning closer as your chest comes in contact with hers. She pushes you towards the wall as she puts her leg in between yours. "Dinner tomorrow evening. I'll pick you up at 8." She grins as she takes a step back towards the door hearing you mewl at the loss of contact. She takes a copper key out of her pocket and inserts it into the lock. Opening the door to the storage room. She holds it open for you as you step out, looking flushed as ever. She giggles softly as she walks past you. Brushing against your small frame.

After recollecting yourself in Kafka's absence, you start walking back to your cubicle. You notice there being at least 4 staplers in the room. Enough for everyone to use.

You're excited but strangely terrified for tomorrow.

Requests are open!!

Should i make a part 2?

[vladdyissues]

via @robin-goodfellow: Additional fun fact (im not the og anon) is that the cheese rolling festival takes place down a hill steeper than 45 degrees and results in dozens of serious injuries every year!

I have a handful of all-time favorite gifs that I've been saving for nearly 10 years now, and I just now realized that one of them is from the Gloucestershire Cheese Rolling Festival

Does Vlad love cheese enough to risk life and limb competing in the Gloucestershire Cheese Rolling Festival? There's a 9lb wheel of Gloucester cheese up for grabs!

On one hand, I think Vlad would dismiss such activities as "silly and common; completely lacking in class".

On the other hand, I think the prospect of winning a giant cheese and robbing others of that joy would motivate him enough to put on a disguise—probably a nice sun dress—and cheat his way to cheesy victory 🧀

[got-ticket-to-ride]

hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

[deergravity]

Seeing as my internal rewards system has moved on to 'trans fiction' from 'queer horror audio drama podcast' I thought I should do a little roundup of everything I listened to the past few months.

A rough ranking:

Malevolent. Just squeaking into the top spot here based on 1) technical prowess (iykyk) 2) compelling characters and story and 3) they are my blorbos your honor!!! Mind boggling that Harlan Guthrie has so much chemistry with himself.

The Silt Verses. Only topped by Malevolent bc season 1 is not as polished, but it really doesn't matter. Top tier characters, amazing worldbuilding, intricate plotting and it had something to SAY about the casual violence of systems, the nature of hope, the complexity of being human in a world that tries to make us inhuman. Also, it doesn't rely on some thin recording contrivance (a framing device that has its place) and instead truly takes the mantle of audio drama without apology.

The White Vault. On the topic of framing devices, TWV has a very cool take on found footage recordings. A group of [researchers/archeologists] are sent to investigate a remote site in [Svalbard/Patagonia] and the podcast is structured as a documentarian presenting the notes, recordings and diary entries in a reconstructed timeline. My favorite element is that many of the characters don't make their notes in English, so the segments will often open with the VA speaking German, Spanish, Mandarin, Icelandic, Russian, etc etc before fading into the translation. There are miniseries between the seasons available on their patreon and they were so worth the $10 I paid to access them for a month. Reveals are slow, but worthwhile, and the mythology built for the show is highly original and intriguing.

Deviser. A one season contained story from Harlan Guthrie of Malevolent. Scifi, psychological, lots of wet awful body horror. If you're a fan of Harlan wimpering into a mic, you'll love this one.

WOE.BEGONE. Long, ongoing, and so so so far from the original premise it's hilarious, I'm ranking this higher than it maybe deserves for two factors 1) the creator and the VAs are clearly having a blast and 2) it's riding the line of taking itself serious despite a premise that invites irony poisoning without becoming too wrapped up in itself. It's fun, I think, that keeps w.bg strong.

The Magnus Archives. Should this be one up? Probably. But everyone bloody well knows tma by this point, it's good, great even! Beyoncé of horror podcasts.

I Am In Eskew. Only knocked down due to the actually godawful sound quality. Truly unsettling stories though (the one with the building architect haunts me) and a surprisingly realistic conclusion. You can see the bones of The Silt Verses here, from the same creative team.

The Magnus Protocol. Everything above this is there due to originality. As a sequel series, TMAGP will always suffer in that measure. However, I like our new cast and I do love an alternate reality. Curious to see where season 2 takes us. I'd like to kill Mr Bonzo in a fire.

The Inexplicables. Another one season story, this time from Rusty Quill, with really fun, flawed characters and no recording framing device!

Wolf 359. Storywise, great! Characters, excellent! Kicking it way to the bottom bc they just would NOT STOP referencing H***y P****r. Yes, Doug's characterization hangs on excessive reference humor, but that was one well I wish they'd left alone.

Red Valley. Knocked for HP references too (come ON british podcasters, do better) but more importantly for veering WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY too close to real life in season 3 onward. I was here for a horror sci fi story about cryogenics, not to listen to my worst climate disaster fears brought to life via hearing rich old sods try to buy their way out of consequences while the world burns and eco terrorism escalates. Too real. Not bad storytelling, just very much not fulfilling my escapism needs.

It's kinda crazy to me that anytime I mention this genre to normies in my life they say, "oh, like true crime podcasts?" And then I die inside. No dude, like radio drama. Like War of the Worlds.

Anyway, I'm off to get even less relatable by reading a zillion niche trans novels (hello Welcome to Dorley Hall, aka, what if there really was a 'trans cult' force femming dudes to undermine their masculinity? It's amazing how much yarn we can make by subverting the cis gaze.)

[iamcleal]

hey i just wanna share my love for HTTYD:

the first time i saw the movie was christmas 2012, that moment changes my little me, a kid who loves dragons so much and wish for them to turn into reality (still do ngl

after the movie i discoverd that were HTTYD books, my auntie bought all the collection for me (still unfinished at the time) and omg i was SO HAPPY, i devoured those books over and over again

i remember when i started to play school of dragons in 2013, and i made it until the servers closed last year, oh i miss that game so much

from 2012 until now, i have a "tradition" to every december see every movie and tv series again (and until last year i played SoD ofc), normally i don't have too much time to focus on the books, but i still read them from time to time

i want to draw more httys things, but i have an art block everytime i try to draw something i love the most 💔 but this year i finally manage to draw my dragon riders !!! i guess ill try to draw them every december too from now on

about the live action movie, well i'm both excited and afraid. i don't like live actions in general, but i'll gave them a chance of course and hope that will be a good production

so that it is... just my love for HTTYD in 12 years. and i know my english sucks but i'm too lazy to use translators

[rastronomicals]

1:59 AM EDT April 19, 2024:

Stormtroopers of Death -   "March Of The S.O.D./Sgt. 'D' & The SOD" From the album Speak English or Die (August 30, 1985)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Heavy Shit That Will Melt Your Face

[pagesupinflames]

hi guys haven’t posted in SOOO long ik i’ve been missed so much anyways here’s an redactedverse oc drop

this is sasha (he/him) !!!!!!! some fun little facts abt him:

- telepath !! doesn’t use his powers much, yet he tries to make as many empowered friends as possible due to being humanborn

- lived in new york before moving to dahlia after a job opportunity appeared on his radar. lives in a small condo downtown

- transmale ! transitioned once he made the full move to america due to the regulations back in russia

- came 2 america on o-1 work visa for extraordinary achievement in arts which eventually got turned into a green card

- has a gap in his teeth !!!! doesn’t plan on changing anything abt his smile anytime soon

- if he had a listener, the listener would be referred to as ‘solnyshko’ (my sun) or ‘lyubov’ (which is just plain ol’ love)

- smokes when he’s stressed out, which he tries to avoid as much as possible considering the fact that he doesn’t necessarily like smoking

- mommy’s boy. looooveeesssss his momma. avoided her while figuring out his identity because of the utter fear of disappointing her (he could never disappoint her)

- absolute sweetheart. defeats the stereotype of aggressive, blunt russians.

- still trying to get the hang of speaking english. he slips up a lot and constantly has to repeat what he’s saying in order to get it right

i’m gonna be posting more ocs soon bc there’s a lot of them nd i just NEED to talk abt them :) UUGIGGGGHHHHH I LVOR HIM SOD FMUCH