#sorry i can’t get enough…

[taeminie]

Benjamin Tsang as Jiang Tian & Liu Dong Qin as Sheng Wang

The On1y One (2024) dir. Liu Kang Hui

[peak-dumbass]

I know I just got done with ranting about tfp/rid2015 starscream’s character but, if you couldn’t tell by my other rid2015 posts, I’m obsessed with rid2015 bumblebee and when I tell you I love this scene of bumblebee making fun of starscream I’m not exaggerating it’s so cathartic to me

“But bumblebee is a good/hero character, why is he being so mean—” did you forget how much starscream hurt bumblebee in tfp?

He killed cliffjumper who, while probably not as close to bee as he was to arcee, was still close friends with bee

He stole the omega keys from the autobots’ base and handed them over to megatron, practically dooming Cybertron at the time to be remade in megatron’s image — of course the autobots get them back last minute, but that doesn’t change how much that loss effected all of them (evidence: optimus shouting in anger for the first and to my memory only time in the series) — including bumblebee

And his greatest offense towards bumblebee in my opinion—

DESTROYING BUMBLEBEE’S T-COG

“But it was silas and M.E.C.H. that took it in the first place—” HE DIDN’T NEED TO HELP SILAS USE IT AFTERWARDS “but Ratchet was able to fix it—” THAT DOESN’T GET RID OF THE TRAUMA THAT WHOLE EXPERIENCE CAUSED HIM

It’s also incredibly fucked once you think about it more because the t-cog is literally a cybertronian organ — while silas is at least mostly detached from how screwed this is since it’s more like taking parts from a robot than surgery to humans, starscream shouldn’t be since he’s also a cybertronian

Instead of being freaked out and recognizing how messed up silas’ actions are like any rational bot would, he helps silas make his fake-bot-that’s-using-another-bot’s-stolen-organ work by providing him with energon (the [at the time] incredibly scarce resource that helps all bots survive) and — after that plan falls through because of bumblebee finding them — he destroys the bot’s organ for no reason other than he wanted to escape and thought that was a good way to distract him

I just—I’m sorry?? I feel like bumblebee is incredibly justified for clowning on this cringefailure of a bot for what he’s done to him

And this isn’t even mentioning what he’s done against the autobots as a whole (both on and off screen) that has probably hurt bumblebee by proxy

I feel like it’d be justified if bee also killed starscream — he already got to kill the bot that destroyed his voice box, I think bee deserves another murder as a treat <3

/joking but also what if—*gets shot by tfp/rid2015 starscream fans*

[infestissu]

I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP

[rainbowpufflez]

Giovanni homophobia arc™️

[hellinhawkins]

lucas is the most unproblematic and one of the most well written characters if not the best in stranger things, argue with the wall

[bazpango]

The outcome of the American election has me deep in regressive-nostalgia-comfortcore. I’ve had a 2005 DN Warped Tour AU in the drafts for months now, but after listening to fall out boy’s sophomore album my outline just hit 5k 🤦

[happyheidi]

[kinokoshoujoart]

scribbles based on my Another Wonderful Life file where i discovered Rock and Nami showing up together at Vesta’s farmhouse late at night on multiple occasions to cause various types of chaos and disturbance and havoc until Marlin and Vesta’s bedtime (which they both announce in unison to kick everyone out) this included

Rock levitating and attempting to rizz up vesta

Nami making a beeline for Celia’s room where she stands around making very subtle remarks (celia isn’t even in her room)

Marlin Enduring

haunting crime scene photos of the shenanigans:

[alksnd]

There’ll probably be a pt. 2 for this, I just stopped here because it’s getting too long 🤧

anyways THEM. AGAIN. !!!

[tonguetyd]

Yeah I’m fine why do you ask.

[seeminglyseph]

I think it matters a lot that a) everyone who has seeming offered to help Karna has done so *after* she needed it. And b) was in some way using her and therefore needed her.

In the eyes of a child, if you weren’t there when she needed you, and can’t even help yourself, what good are you to her?

[cupcake-complains]

Someone told me today that masculinity is a prison. Like, just straight to my face. I’m so fucking tired of this. Just be normal about masculine people. It’s not hard.

Do you know why the term is “toxic masculinity”? Because normal masculinity isn’t fucking toxic!! It’s wonderful and amazing and freeing. It’s so fucking freeing. I feel like myself, something teenage and child me never got to have. I finally feel like myself. I finally feel HAPPY!! I feel ALIVE!!!

And it’s not like toxic femininity is fake. It’s real, and it’s out there. It’s trad wives. It’s terfs to an extent. It’s white women and their fucking tears. And I’m sure toxic androgyny and stuff like that exists too, even if it’s not widely known or talked about.

Just be normal. Treat people like normal human beings. Stop being so weird about masculine people. It doesn’t make you an ally or a good queer or a feminist or whatever. It just lets people know that you’re probably a dangerous person to be around, or at the very least have been brainwashed by dangerous people.

[crowskullls]

Zam wants to be ♠️ with Minute SOOOOO bad. And Minute has no idea why. He’s so confused by it. Reluctant and honestly pretty tame Kismesissitude

[wickjump]

hey gang, ive kinda had like the worst week of 2024 so far (would say of all time but in 2023 my cat died which tops this). anyway yeah sorry for rarely posting except from posting old drafts that i pretend are new and reblogging whenever i scroll mindlessly to distract myself. haven’t been able to pay as much attention to things as ive liked!!!! some shitty things have happened both to me and the people i care about so ive been trying to focus mostly on that rather than not. that’s life, c’est la vie.

hopefully things should clear up within a few days, but given i promised id be more active like twice before now i have no clue how true that one is. been going through a rough time and not dealing with it in the best of ways and i dunno how long it’ll take to get out of this one fellas. i might post some more cleaned up drafts but it’s hard to focus on a lot of things since anxiety is kicking my ass right now. with any luck ill bounce back sooner than expected though, or at least be more consistent with things. i tried to be more active yesterday but then A Really Bad Thing kinda caught me off guard and im doing a bit worse for wear at the moment. but ill be dandy and will get back soon enough, no longer than like two weeks if things go well!!!!

i also haven’t checked notifs just at all unless im actively expecting a response so if anyone @‘d me or anything of the sort i. did not see it. or any other important reblog. i get hundreds of notifs each day and normally i read through all the replies and reblogs because i like to see your thoughts!! but i haven’t done that much lately either. if something is seriously important, dm me and itll be easier to see it, but i can’t guarantee ill see or respond to it in a timely manner.

OK THATS ALL BYE SORRY 💔

[kelin-is-writing]

HOLLERING BECAUSE OF HOW FREAKING AWESOME DABI LOOKS—!!!

[padfootswhiskers]

Teenage Harry getting sick and Sirius taking care of him.

this got angsty I’m sorry

read on ao3

Harry wakes to a cool hand being pressed to his forehead.

Someone is crouched over him, their silhouette barely visible through the thin beam of light streaming from under the gap in the door. A prickle of apprehension goes through him and he thinks to reach for his glasses, but his arms feel leaden, overlong and impossibly heavy.

“You’re still running a little warm,” the voice of his godfather murmurs, followed by the clunk of something heavy being set on the bedside table. The hand shifts to run through Harry’s hair. “I brought you some more Pepperup Potion. Another dose and a couple more hours of sleep and you’ll be as good as new.” Sirius barks out a tiny laugh. “Ron told me—”

But Harry never does find out what, exactly, Ron said, for a ragged sound tears itself out of him, cutting the man off mid-sentence.

“Sirius,” he says. His voice is hoarse and desperate, throat burning when he tries to clear it; his eyes are adjusting to the darkness now, and he can see Sirius’ face coming into focus, the dark hair spilling across his handsome face, brows pinched in a worried frown.

A wave of powerful emotion floods through him and Harry’s hand moves to clutch at the calloused fingers hovering by his forehead.

He’s not sure why his heart is pounding the way it is, or why his head is throbbing so badly, but he finds himself squeezing. There’s something he wants to say, but his mind is lagging, infuriatingly slow.

To his credit, Sirius doesn’t pull away. Instead, his frown deepens, and Harry feels the mattress sink with the weight of his godfather as he seats himself besides Harry. Carefully, he slides one arm under Harry’s shoulders, damp with sweat, and guides him into a sitting position.

“Bad dream?” he asks.

“No,” Harry says, shaking his head feverishly. “No, er—I don’t know, no—Sirius, I…” He falters, his mouth unbearably dry, his tongue heavy and swollen. “I…”

“It’s alright,” Sirius says, giving him a half smile. He prises his hand from Harry’s death grip with some effort, before turning to pour a generous amount of Pepperup Potion into a silver goblet. “You’re not well.”

Harry stares. He certainly doesn’t feel well. There’s something large and horrid inside him, spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes, making him unbearably cold even in the warm, blanketed bed.

“Here,” Sirius says. He holds out the now slightly steaming goblet and Harry feels the mad urge to slap it out of his hands, to send it flailing to the floor. “Drink up, you’ll feel better.” Sirius pushes the goblet towards him insistently when he hesitates. “Oh, go on, Harry.”

Harry drinks quickly, shabbily, half the potion dribbling down his front, flinging the goblet aside impatiently when he’s done. Sirius raises an eyebrow at him, but says nothing. His face is half in shadow, and unlike before, when Harry had been scared to look away, with a strange plunging sensation in his gut, Harry suddenly finds it impossible to look at him.

“Where—” Harry glances around, taking in the appearance of the room they're in. It’s not unfamiliar, small and cramped as it is; the walls are bare of any decoration and Harry’s trunk is lying open at the foot of the bed, clothes and books spilling out in messy piles. The curtains have been pulled shut over the singular window, even as they flutter in an invisible wind, and Hedwig’s cage is open, days of droppings littering its base.

Dread trickles into his blood, pooling around his organs, filling every inch of his insides.

Slowly, painfully, Harry turns his gaze back to his godfather. “Why are you here?”

Sirius frowns curiously. “Taking care of you, aren’t I?” He picks up the empty goblet, setting it back on the table before turning to Harry. “Fulfilling my duty as godfather.” His mouth twitches into a wry smile. “Go to sleep, Harry. You’ll be better soon.”

Despite everything, fatigue tugs at him. He feels slow and mulish, and he thinks he would love nothing more than to sink back into the mattress. But there’s something important he’s forgetting—

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” he asks, hating himself the second the words have spilled out of his mouth. He isn’t some sort of child who needs to be coddled when sick—and yet he finds himself barely being able to breathe as Sirius cocks his head in amusement, the beginnings of a grin at his mouth.

But before Sirius can respond, someone knocks sharply against the bedroom door. Once, twice, and then, a third time.

“Harry!” calls out a shrill, annoyed voice. “Harry!” The knocking intensifies, and whoever it is seems to be banging on the wood now, clearly bad-tempered.

Sirius shoots Harry a bemused glance, before moving to rise up from the bed. “Better see who that is, eh?”

“Don’t,” Harry says suddenly, catching Sirius’ hand once more. His heart is picking up pace again, slamming against his ribcage almost painfully, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except that Sirius stay in this very room, in Harry’s sight, right here. Nothing matters except that the door stays closed, that Sirius doesn’t leave. He knows somehow, in his very bones, that if Sirius opens that door he will be gone, and he, Harry, will never see him again…

“Sirius,” he says, and his eyes sting horribly. “Don’t go.” Shame wraps its tight fist around his throat—he’s fifteen, bloody hell, and it’s only a door—it’s only someone knocking—but Sirius mustn’t leave, he mustn't go through—

Sirius doesn’t struggle in his grip. His hand is limp within Harry’s, his eyes soft and fond. “It’s only a door,” he says with quiet amusement. “I’ll be right on the other side.”

His hand slips out of Harry’s, and he rises to his feet. “Bit dull in here, isn’t it? Some sunlight might do you good.” He pulls the curtains open; a feeble light filters through the window, lighting up his face, and Harry suddenly feels like he’s watching him from very far away, his vision getting hazier and hazier until it’s nothing but pure light, painfully bright, beating electric white-blue stripes against his closed eyelids.

Harry presses his arm to his eyes, shielding them.

“Oh, for God’s—” says Aunt Petunia, outside the door. There’s a rustling noise and the creaking sound of something metal being pushed open, a sound Harry recognises as the old cat flap swinging in.

He opens his eyes blearily. He’s been sweating profusely, the sheets are damp and tangled around him. Hedwig’s cage lies empty. On the floor, lies a small tin of canned soup and what looks like half a cheese sandwich. His stomach turns at the very thought of eating.

The window is closed.

-

‘He could tell that Dumbledore understood, that he might even suspect that until his letter arrived, Harry had spent nearly all his time at the Dursleys’ lying on his bed, refusing meals, and staring at the misted window, full of the chill emptiness that he had come to associate with dementors.’

-Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.