#strike force memes

[stalebagels]

Edit: muted this monstrosity but if you're looking for the blank template it's on my blog and I'll tag this and it with "the stupid fucking shorts post" so you don't have to scroll through everything 💀😂 (I did not make the template btw, I don't know who the OP is but if you do please let me know)

[darth-memes]

[figures4fun]

14 days of love, 12/14: When your boyfriend is this nice, you gotta look twice!

[necro-the-dragon]

anyone else remember this game?

[king-k-ripple]

[pebblezone]

I think she would collect the minions McDonald’s toys

[kat1702]

yes yes yes! Revenge of the Sith in cinema!!!!

i am so god damn excited

[sentient-rift]

🗣+ your Solo and Asimov from fallen-symphony maybe?

(Multimuse Conversation Meme)

Somewhere in the Dreadnought (@fallen-symphony)

"...I had a feeling you'd show up after our last struggle."

"I'm here to make you pay for what you did to my apprentice!"

"Make me pay? You should be thanking me! He should thanking me as well! I turned the red headed boy into something greater and more powerful!"

"Against his will! Which left him traumatized! And you did it for your own selfish reasons, you monster!"

"Oh, you're one to talk, 'Lone Rogue of Mu.' Didn't you take the road of total and absolute power before going soft? Didn't the idea of friends sicken you and power was all that mattered to you before you allowed yourself to start caring about those below you? You and I weren't so different! We both knew what was important in this world and did everything in our power to obtain it! Tell me I'm wrong!"

"..."

"That's what I thought. Do you still want to make me pay despite your hypocrisy?"

"...I want to make sure what you did to Roy will never happen to anyone else. That's why I'm going to destroy you!"

"Fine. Bring it, Lone Rogue of Mu! Let's see how strong you are against the true Azure Striker!"

To be continued...

[garthnadermemestash]

Lots of Star Wars fans follow this blog. I have some bad news. For the first time since season 1 Mandalorian on Disney+ I will not be watching the midnight showing of Ashoka and posting memes.

1. I can’t afford Taco Bell let alone Disney+

2. Dave filoni ruined Star Wars not Kathleen Kennedy

3. I can pirate it for free later.

4. Sag/wga strikes. I don’t support studio greed.

5. Way too much Star Wars. Need a looong break.

6. The cartoons bored the shit out of me.

7. I need my 8 dollar coffee a day more.

8. Rent went up 200$ more a month.

9. Joe Biden is a shitty president.

10. Still mad at rian johnson for this

[stalebagels]

*crawling out of the gutter to hand you these*

[darth-memes]

[muletia]

Starscream would particularly be a pathetic mess when he experiences human pussy/dick for the first time. He sits on his high horse claiming that humans are nothing more than inferior beings who don’t deserve to be acknowledged, then poof, you show up and put him in his place by making him cry and beg for relief as you use him for your own pleasure.

By the end, Starscream is panting like a dog, his legs shaking uncontrollably while you sit beside him smoking a cigarette (picturing that certain meme lol) and praises him for being such a good mech for them. Starscream is obsessed and whipped for reader from then on.

DON’T TELL MEGATRON FOR HIS AND YOUR SAKE‼️

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

[tfp] obsessed!starscream x human!reader 18+ content / valveplug

summary: behind megatron's back, many things are happening, all of which share one common trait: starscream is the source. this time, the decepticon SIC decided to strike his master's most vulnerable point: you.

cw: valveplug, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!starscream, starscream rides you, multiple orgasms, praise kink, overstimulation, cheating? (is it really cheating if you are not in an established relationship?) yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation

word count: 1130

'angel' by massive attack was played on repeat while writing. i thought the title kind of fit the content

It was supposed to be just another ploy. A move to get under Megatron’s skin. To finally prove who was better, more cunning; who deserved to rule.

The plan was simple. Use you: make you fall in love, spark emotions, make you care for him more than any other bot on that ship. Spread rotten roots throughout your entire body to ignite a desire within you. Enter your primitive brain and leave a piece of himself there—a piece that, in theory, would take control of you. Make you dependent on him, abandon Megatron, humiliating him. And then seize the moment of shock, disposing of both you and him. Take the throne that belonged to him.

But somewhere along the way, he stumbled.

Starscream had to be cunning, and think two steps ahead if he wanted to survive another day as a Decepticon. Scheming was an art of survival, and he had become its master. Or so he thought. For there was someone even more calculating, someone who deceived even him. Someone who broke into his processor, conquered it mercilessly and claimed it entirely.

“Oh, how beautiful you are, how lovely,” he hears beneath him.

He feels soft, warm hands trailing across the armor on his chassis. Stroking, caressing—the action itself a form of praise. They are delicate, gentle, incomprehensible because no one had ever been gentle with him before. Subtlety was unattainable for someone like Starscream. Illusory. A luxury he had long stopped hoping for.

“You’re doing so well, darling.”

But you did it so easily, effortlessly. Without forcing, without intimidation. Praising him came naturally to you, as though you genuinely believed what you said. He knew he was magnificent, that he deserved more than he had. All the other bots, all the beings on that miserable planet couldn’t compare to him. But hearing it in real time made his ego feel real. He genuinely felt like he was the best.

Your hands wander higher. They leave his chassis, move to his shoulders, then to his neck. For a moment, he has the impression you’re about to choke him, the familiar, almost friendly sensation once again enveloping his neck. But you don’t hurt him. You don’t inflict pain. You just keep caressing him, sharing your warmth, even though he had long since begun to overheat.

His hips move quickly as he rises and falls over you, chasing pleasure. It’s lust. Hunger that only you can satisfy.

“More,” he moans. Half-lidded crimson optics look at you, and in their depths plays something far more dangerous than Megatron’s fury. “Say more. Compliment me, adore me. Love me.”

Finally, you reach his faceplate, forcing him to focus his gaze solely on you, and then you smile triumphantly. You’ve won, wrapping the very SIC of the Decepticons around your little finger. Now at your mercy, dependent on your whims and needs.

“You’re amazing, Star. So good, and just for me. You don’t even know what an honor this is for me.”

The pleasant tingling in his valve disrupts his focus. He wants to drink in your praise, to encode it deep into his processor and repeat it like a mantra when you are not at his disposal. But he’s so close to release… He feels his legs start to tremble, claws carving ravines into the berth.

He nuzzles his cheek deeper into your hand, seeking contact, reveling in the ecstasy you give him. Even while being passive, doing absolutely nothing but lying there and looking beautiful beneath him, you give him more than you could ever imagine. He does all the work, riding you, holding full control over when to stop and start, yet it’s you holding the leash. It’s your word that determines whether he’ll be granted the privilege of pleasure.

“You’re doing so wonderfully today, darling. Tell me, would you like to come? Would you like to be good for me?”

The tingling transforms into fire. His valve clamps around you, begging for release.

“Yes! Please!” he whines. “I want to be, hmm, the best… for you.”

“Then please, show me how much you adore me.”

He arches his back and sinks as deeply as he can. Pants heavily, legs still trembling. Optics remain open, locked onto you. Onto the human who managed to break him.

He leans low over you and kisses you, finalizing his overload. You can’t keep up with him as he ravages your mouth, constantly begging for more, for scraps of passion that temporarily soothe his frantic processor. One kiss lasts longer, almost romantic, but Starscream breaks it quickly, leaving five more hungry, greedy ones.

Finally, he leaves your lips and moves lower, to your neck. He hears you take a deep breath, and for a second, he feels guilty—until desire takes control again.

“Starscream,” you chide him gently. You saw right through him.

He wants to mark you, show everyone who you belong to, who you cheat on Megatron with. But he also wants to calm himself, to stop pretending in front of everyone that nothing connects you two, that you’re indifferent to him. To stop the madness tearing him apart after every separation, when both his body and spark craves you. Not just the feral interfacing but also the tenderness it carried.

Once more, he starts moving his hips, chasing another overload, though the remnants of the previous climax still cling to him. He’s already grown hungry again, longing for praise, which, as it turned out, was more satisfying than the desire to overthrow Megatron. His battered valve lazily takes you in, releases, and then swallows you whole again.

“Just a little mark,” he tries to bargain. He needs it. Needs to possess your body and soul the way you possessed his.

“No, I’m sorry,” you reply, stroking his cheek. “You know he’ll kill you if you do.”

He growls and pulls away because he knows you’re absolutely right. If your meetings were discovered, it wouldn’t just be him who’d pay. And he didn’t want to see you hurt. Not anymore.

He speeds up, forcing his processor to focus solely on you and the pleasure you provided him. He had to make the most of this meeting, to ravage himself until he had no strength left to move a digit. Not just so you’d care for him afterward and coo praise at him. The date of your next encounter was unknown, and he didn’t know if he would lose his sanity entirely and last scraps of self-control by then.

“What a good mech,” you murmur, drawing a moan from him. “Five overloads, and you still have the strength, huh?”

“There’ll be at least ten… ah! Or twe-twenty. But you—you’re not going anywhere.”

“As you wish, Star.”

He scratches with his claws so hard that sparks fly next to your head.

[foxgirlintestines]

I think it's really funny that the whole meme of Palworld is making unethical sweatshops to put cute little creatures in to work them to death, but doing so in game is so incredibly inefficient because they will stop doing work under those conditions and their simple ai will accidentally go on strike and force the player to build ways for them to relax and be happy in order for them to work well again.

Replacing the overworked pals isn't really a good option either. Breeding them is expensive (you need cake which takes a lot of workload and ingredients), good workers take high quality spheres to capture which needs more resources (catch rates are low for good pals). There are drugs to make them better workers and not complain, but once again it's more expensive to make drugs than it is to just give them breaks and good working conditions. Also, because of raids, you need your Pals in good condition to defend your base and weak recently caught/bred pals will just get wiped out. In the end, the optimal way to run your base is by making sure everyone is happy and healthy.

Just find it pretty funny that despite how edgy the "pokemon with guns and capitalism" game is that in the end it always boils down to love and care get things done way better than cruel slave labor.

[enchantress-arc]

It's honestly kind of transphobic of the universe that I don't have any cute vampire hunters coming to my home to try and "hunt" like that one meme. This one.

Like idk, feels like there should be beautiful heavily armored women busting down my door attempting to slay me with holy swords before making the mistake of briefly looking into my eyes and starting to lose control of herself, fear overtaking her as her body freezes in place. I ask what she really came here for, and after teasing her and caressing her cheek, watching her tremble while she struggles to stay upright, she finally admits that she wants to lose herself, to become a thrall. That looking into my eyes wasn't a mistake. She wanted this. With her intentions known, I sink my fangs into her neck, and feel her drop to the ground. And I sit down and move her head into my lap, holding her face tilted upwards towards mine before she reopens her eyes, a newfound smile on her face, staring into the eyes of her new, beautiful, kind mistress feeling nothing but absolute devotion and love.

And then I train her in the ways of dark magic and get her shadowy intimidating armor and she becomes my dark knight, my strongest servant, known throughout the land as an unbeatable foe, unstoppable force and immovable object all in one, who strikes fear into the hearts of all good and godly, an enforcer of evil that could rival the very gods in strength. Stronger even than me, kept in line by her love and devotion. Feared by kings and beasts alike, a monster in human form. And also we have lots of hot sweaty lesbian sex.

All I'm saying is that it's pretty transphobic that this hasn't happened yet.

[brainjvice]

I am very insane about this pic so I'm gonna try to "break it down" (more like give my take on what's going on here apart from noa serving 85 kilograms worth of cunt) So yeah, more under cut.

God there's so MUCH going on here. Where do I start.

My take is that this pic may take place in the parisienne slums, where Noa was born. It would explain the graffiti, the broken pavement and the fact that noa is at the centre of the pic. The fact that he's sitting on a glass chair is making me froth. The pose. That's the pose of someone who stands on business.

Y'all know where else we saw glass associated to a character? Exactly. Kaiser's glass ego. Although I think Noa's glass chair represents something else. To me it's linked to Noa's status as the numer one striker. He sits on the throne but the throne is made out of glass. So one day he will inevitably lose his spot (and look who stands right behind him). Noa seems to know about it though, like look at his confident pose. He knows and he is Fine with it. He also lowkey looks ready to fight.

Yeah right behind him stands Ego motherfucking Jinpachi in all his slenderman-esque figure.

Ego: sit back down

Noa: I'm sat.

Before that I also want to talk about chris prince's tits sporty look. He is a vibe. Also I love how snuffy is designed after an eagle lmao the eyes, the hair color, the fact his headband covers his brows to give his eyes the peculiar cut prey birds have. Peak design. Love it. I also adore how Lavi looks like the Uncle who gets too drunk at your wedding and breaks havoc lmfao. His purple-looking eyes are so cool and his colorful hair as well, altho it's toned down.

Also. Loki. Loki is the youngest of them all, and he stands a bit more afar from them. He also looks so composed? Like he's new to the game, he's still not relaxed/confident enough to strike a more casual pose like the other coaches. I love this detail.

Back to Ego Jinpachi. I'm. [wolf tearing his shirt apart meme] LISTEN!!! LOOK AT HIM!!! The fact he is RIGHT BEHIND NOA. The fact he is the ONLY ONE not looking at the camera because he is not part of that world anymore. He doesn't play football anymore yet he's never given up on his sick sick dream. His jacket being a striking (lol) blue... ugh I love it. It's the only colorful note in the spread and it sits on the centre as well + they dulled everyone's colors for it to result more vibrant. Also not to be a yaoi lover but the black-white hair combination hits again ig.

Also. Also thinking about his volume cover. The four chains forcing him to sit on his chair. Makes me wonder how Ego may had been forced to leave football. There's still so much we don't know and UGH I need NEED to know what happened. Because now he's got horrible eating habits and is probably living driven by spite alone.

Anyway. I want to hear others' analysis on this!!!!!

[nurglegrognard]

Ok, lets talk crazy 40k weapons; leave your basic 1960's era gyrojet firing boltgun in the bin where it belongs. Trash tier firearm that shoots explosive bullets; PFFFT! We have that tech NOW.

If you want to get serious about crazy 40k tech, you gotta dig deeper...

Starting out not too deep; the humble plasma gun - is not so humble at all! This thing literally fires minature suns!

A weaponised microwave oven; it literally cooks the target from the inside out within a split second.

Oh yeah, a laser sniper rifle! Oh wait, what? The laser is just to penetrate the target's armour? Then the gun shoots a frozen needle of toxins through that hole? Dafuq!

Yeah yeah, Eldar weapons are nerf disc launchers, chuckle guffaw ha ha. That meme is lame; especially considering a Shuriken weapon actually fires razor blades. But they also fire "hypodermic stars" filled with chemicals that turn living tissue into volatile explosives - no wonder Harlequin Death Jesters are not much fun at all to be around.

Tyranid guns; yeah, they could have said "they all shoot acid" and called it a day. That wouldn't be 40k though, would it. Imagine getting shot by this thing and you're hit in the face with a Cave Weta the size of your hand that starts chewing a hole in you.

More devilry from the Eldar; this time we have helmet guns that spray metallic needles at you; then a split second later, it shoots a laser through the needles, flash-igniting those needles into plasma! Striking Scorpions out here trying to barbecue your head.

And now for arguably the most batshit insane thing ever created by mankind in the 40k universe. The Vortex Grenade; it's heavy and you have to throw it by hand. Not only that but when it explodes it creates a hole in reality and anything the hole touches goes to the Warp... i.e. literally to hell.

Tyranids back at it with more fleshy firearms; this one actually does fire acid... of a sort. Imagine getting hit in the chest by a lobster tail with cream sauce... that splats all over you and your friends and dissolves steel.

All these nightmare guns and grenades, you're going to need protection. How about a force field? But what kind? 40k has the typical bubble of energy that repels projectiles (it's called a Power Field but it's over the page), but it's big, and heavy and besides, why bother with that when you can carry around a miniature warp drive that teleports you out of harms way?

And now we come to the most extra of all extra 40k Wargear. The humble Harlequin's Kiss... ... ... yeah nah, you can stick your Chainsword where the sun don't shine; losing a limb or a head aint as scary as being stabbed and then having your insides instantly minced. You'd have just enough time to vomit up the Bolognese sauce that was your heart, lungs, intestines and liver before you expire, messily all over the floor. All while the murder-clown who attacked you laughed in your face.