#struggling thru it but we'll get there

[phagodyke]

man this has been a fuckingggg week

[riwrite-a]

so confession ive been feeling really stuck with this blog tbh. it just feels so messy and cluttered here and im really struggling to feel like im able to, with a few exceptions, have any meaningful interactions (which is solely on me, yall are lovely <3). the logical thing i think is to remake but i hate remaking and need to think a little more on that. but ive had incredibly high muse for especially my prsk kids and i just. dont know what to do with it bc of this feeling

[sureuncertainty]

I was reading my parents' church website on the page about their beliefs to try and find something to point to directly when I try (again) to explain to them why I don't feel comfortable going there while I'm home for the holidays and one of their core tenants was phrased like "we believe in one Satan"

And I'm just like Satan? You mean like Patrick Page's fursona??

[incorrectbatfam]

Retail steph with damian and Jon? :) i love retail steph so much

(featuring Billy Batson because he only adds chaos and I love him)

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[grocery store]

Steph, working the bakery section: How can I help you boys today?

Jon: We're getting a cake for our friend's birthday. Chocolate with buttercream frosting, please. 

Steph: Do you want it to say anything? 

Jon: Yes. "Happy 14th B-day, Billy!"

Steph: What color?

Damian: Red. 

Steph: *starts writing on the cake*

Damian: Please also add: "Despite your shortcomings and lack of maturity, you are a valuable part of our team and as you get older, I expect you to gain greater wisdom that will aid us in our goals and prospects."

Steph: *struggling to fit it on the cake*

———————

[coffee shop]

Damian: Can we try the five-drink espresso flight?

Steph: You sure?

Billy, eyeing an unsuspecting Jon: Yes.

Steph: Alrighty.

*moments later*

Jon, after his fifth espresso: I'M KING OF THE UNIVERSE!

Jon: *shoots through the ceiling*

Damian: *grumbles and hands Billy ten bucks*

Steph, sighing: I'll get the broom.

———————

[clothing store]

Jon: *dancing in the dressing room with light-up shoes*

Damian: *T-posing in a trenchcoat*

Billy: *filming them*

Steph: What are you doing?

Billy: Making a TikTok. 

Steph: Well, you can't have cameras in the dressing rooms. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop. 

———————

[drive-thru]

Damian: One vegetarian Batburger, one regular Batburger, and one order of Night-Wings. And an extra-extra-extra large Ivy Salad.

Steph: Did you take the Batmobile again? 

Damian: No. 

Steph: Why don't you pull up to the window and prove it? 

Damian, Jon, and Billy: *ride up on Bat-Cow*

———————

[furniture store]

Jon: What's a warranty?

Damian: It's a court order to arrest someone. 

Steph: That's a warrant. A warranty covers the cost of something if it gets damaged within a certain amount of time. In our case, the store has a one-year warranty on all items. What are you looking to buy?

Billy: *enters pushing a Pinball machine*

Damian: ...It's for school.

———————

[restaurant]

Steph: What can I get you?

Damian: We'll split a pizza. 

Steph: Okay, anything else?

Billy, as Shazam: An alcohol.

Steph: "An alcohol?"

Billy: Yes, your finest alcohol. Sharing size, please.

Steph: I'll need to see some ID.

Billy, nervous: What's there to see? I'm clearly an adult. 

Steph: I need them for everyone at the table. 

Damian: *pulls out Jason's crime lord license*

Jon: *sticks on a fake mustache*

———————

[call center]

Steph, stifling a yawn: Wayne Enterprises account support, how can I help you? 

Damian: Why are you still working? It's midnight. 

Steph: Overnight shift. This is a 24-hour line. What do you need, Damian?

Damian: Nothing. We just wanted to annoy you. 

Steph: We?

Jon: Hiya!

Billy: 'Sup.

———————

[sleepover at the Manor]

Steph: Alfred told me to bring you some snacks.

Damian: Excellent. 

Steph: *leaves the room*

Steph, internally: What do kids these days even do at sleepovers? 

Steph: *presses her ear to the door*

Damian: Truth or Dare? 

Jon: Truth. 

Damian: Which one of my siblings do you like best?

Jon: Steph, all the way.

Billy: I agree, she's the coolest. Remember when she drove us to get midnight breakfast on my birthday?

Jon: And when she promised not to tell my parents when I broke the café ceiling.

Billy: Or when she took us for a walk and actually explained why we couldn't make TikToks in the store instead of going "because I said so" like other adults. 

Jon: Plus, she gave all the leftover salad to Bat-Cow and helped us set up the Pinball machine downstairs.

Billy: Ooh, and she's really good at making mocktails. 

Jon: Also, she extended our free trial of the Daily Planet for our social studies project. 

Damian: Hm... point taken.

Billy: And she's hot.

Damian: Say that again and I will smite you with your own powers.  

Steph: *smiles softly*

[tirfpikachu]

you are not "detrans" you are cis

i'm definitely what you'd call cis too! though cis/bio womanhood is not at all what most tras assume it's like. especially detrans cis/bio womanhood. and for me, the label detrans helped me find others like me. it kept me from hating my own guts. it helped me find a community of ppl who actually understand what i've been through and don't think i'm a freak.

living as trans for 13 years changed what mainstream tras would call my gender identity forever. it also is a way for me to find people who also went thru what i went thru. i get a lot of DMs from other detrans women and detrans men who lived as trans or even transitioned partially/fully like me (i was on testosterone for a bit and have an awkward bit of annoying af stubble T_T gotta get expensive laser for that... it can be isolating!). to me, i will never again be a fully cis woman. i will forever be affected with having struggled with intense dysphoria for 13+ years. i also feel like my cis womanhood in general has forever been changed with me having rejected it and then finding it again - it does NOT feel the same way as my girlhood did. in girlhood, i didn't give a shit what people thought girls or boys needed to do. doubly so because i was autistic. then puberty came, and the usual teenage girl and/or afab experience of needing to conform to cispatriarchal expectations came, and i freaked the fuck out about my boobs, about how boys were suddenly treating me and the things my shitty female relatives told me were "becoming a woman" (all very conservative notions of womanhood) and it grossed me out so badly, on top of grappling with being into other afab people, and i just totally distanced myself from girlhood at all. i gave up on making my own scrungly, gender nonconforming version of girlhood. girlhood felt like it had no room for people like me.

and so i kicked it out of my mind. i obsessed over becoming a boy. some trans boys, ofc, become happily trans men. for me, though, it personally was an escape. i was trans-identified for all the wrong reasons and it really fucked me up. it made my internalized lesbophobia so much worse, to the point where i even started identifying as pansexual/bisexual (PREPOSTEROUS thing for me since i had never ever in my entire life been attracted to a man or someone living as male in society... but i was into non-transitioned transmasc people, so i thought i couldn't possibly be lesbian!). for me, the trans identity was a bandaid, it was a crutch in the worst possible way. detrans people aren't trying to make trans people look bad. we're not trying to convert y'all, we don't give a shit. we're too busy grappling with our newfound connection to cis womanhood/cis manhood and dealing with transition-related issues.

we NEED to find fellow detrans folks or we'll go batshit crazy with shame at having made a mistake, guilt at being weaponized without our consent against the trans community, and just fucking hating how hrt/surgeries affected our bodies and trying to come to terms with that and learning to love our bodies as they are despite it all.

detrans cis womanhood will never be normie cis womanhood.

detrans cis manhood will never be normie detrans manhood.

living as trans for years affects you DEEPLY. trans people should know this first-hand. detrans folks, simply by starting to live as cis / bio men/women again, cannot suddenly erase all those years as if they never existed. we just can't. i'm sorry. i tried. dear goddess i really fucking tried harder than you'll ever know. and so did so many of my detrans friends and my darling detrans girlfriend.

but detrans people need other detrans people.

mainstream tras don't understand us.

cis/bio radfems who aren't detrans often misrepresent us.

we need eachother.

and our voices NEED to be heard too.

both radfems AND mainstream tras don't get it.

detrans & desisted folks NEED sisterhood & siblinghood.

only detrans women understand other detrans women.

only detrans men understand other detrans men.

i will always be seeking out lost detrans sisters. and i will always want to hear out my detrans brothers. i love my detrans/desisted community. we've been through really hard shit, we're more likely to be gay, more likely to be traumatized, more likely to be autistic. we're not what you think. and now you need to sit down and hear our stories. sorry. it has to happen. or feel free to block all detrans voices and plug your ears and go lalala! and now i'm not talking to you specifically anon, i don't want to put assumptions in your little mouth. but i'm talking to ALL mainstream trans activists, anti-radfems especially, who assume the very worst of us from the get-go. those who want detrans & desisted people to pretend we were always cis and normies who should pretend to not be deeply affected by our real lived detrans/desisted experiences. we will not shut up. we refuse to. both radblr and normie leftblr misrepresent us.

our voices matter. or, at the very least, we deserve to put detrans/desisted in our bios so we can find one another. shoutout to my detrans & desisted siblings!!! i love you!!!! <33

[artfilmfan]

Jonathan Glazer at last years Oscars, just recently Tilda Swinton at Berlin Film Festival, we'll need more of you. One award winning acceptance speech after another. Till this world is ridden of warmongering, racist, colonialist, imperialist, genocidal, apartheid like policies and politicians worldwide, we will not have peace or justice of any kind. Hats off to all the filmmakers, actors and actresses from the film world so eloquently speaking out. Silence is also complicity. The upcoming Academy Awards will be another test of humanity and bravery. Whoever dares to speak out...I'm seriously at a point where i dont even bother watching, attending, participating in any projects whatsoever that involve warmongering cheerleaders in the film business (its pretty obvious by now who they are). Not a single penny out of my pocket will ever go to them (again). Let them feel financially the consequences of their disgusting agenda. Since i have not seen a single case of anyone regretting signing those letters of support for Israel (totally disregarding decades of their own crimes and policies that led to much bigger civilian deaths than anything done by any other "terror" group, plus state terrorism has caused much more suffering worldwide) i can only assume they are all still fully behind US foreign policy (and whatever their military or even police does) and the crimes done in their name. Maybe if their fanbase eventually turns against them, they would probably rethink their stance. But doing it for financial reasons instead of principles would be just admitting they've failed as human beings. I really hope and believe history will judge them accordingly.

Let me add this important quote from another award winning filmmaker in last years Venice film festival, Sarah Friendland (words that should haunt some people for the remainders of their careers):

“As a Jewish American artist working in a time-based medium, I must note, I'm accepting this award on the 336th day of Israel's genocide in Gaza and 76th year of occupation. I believe it is our responsibility as filmmakers to use the institutional platforms through which we work to redress Israel's impunity on the global stage. I stand in solidarity with the people of Palestine and their struggle for liberation.”

Personally i'd also add USA (both major parties!) in this context of impunity on the global stage. Its been the key enabler of it all on almost every possible level (financially, military, politically). What they do on the United Nations level alone is a crime of itself along with all the votes and the faces put behind it. I always questioned the "spreading democracy worldwide" mantra. Now we've all seen thru countless instances worldwide the hypocrisy and lies behind it without anyone ever being held accountable for it. USA has also failed on international level. To a horrifying degree. Wake up folks, before its too late. Complete and radical overhaul of the political system (and dismantling the lobbies behind it) will be a necessity if we ever want to see changes. Until then, intensifying the activism and speaking out on every single stage and using every single opportunity to voice the disgust and opposition will be a must for anyone that cares about justice and true equality. So many talented, intelligent, creative and original artists getting key awards for their work and speaking out can't be wrong, can they?

I'm so disgusted by it all i totally abandoned most of social media (it was a miracle i even stumbled upon Tilda's speech) Twitter/x will never see me again, Facebook is a waste of time, instagram is also owned by Meta, whose owner is part of the problem with censoring anyone that doesnt follow his personal agenda (Zuckerberg is just a refurbished version of Musk and is just as dangerous for silencing the dissenting voices), even here i see less and less desire to engage. I will never be consumed by hate (as tempting as it sometimes is when i see what happens) but enraged i am and i wil never be quiet about it even if it means that those who have been reading this expecting only purely film related stuff devoid of any social or political commentary abandon me. My activism will define me for the remainder or my life. I must do it for grandpa who was sent to a German concentration camp Dachau during WW2 and experienced all the nazi horrors that have been used decades later as an excuse (blank cheque) to do the same to other people of another religion. Which in itself is profoundly sad and disturbing. Makes you fundamentally question humanity. Just to be clear, this is not purely about Israel. It is just as much about USA. And to a degree also countries like UK, France and Germany and their disgusting treatment of dissent (even in media that once pretended to be selfcritical, BBC and NYT reaching their lowest point in history). Its all a culmination of everything that is wrong with this world. Its easy to point to countries like North Korea or Iran being a problem and mocking their leaders or regimes. But what happens when your own supposed "democratic" country has become in many ways a charicature of it. Including the elected leaders. The irony of it all.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Flufftober prompt 2: Love confession (Jonathon Ohnn)

technical long awaited part 2 for this post ! we love revisiting old stuff in this house! prompt list here side note i just realized people spell his name as both jonathon and jonathan- is there an official spelling or do we all just use it interchangeably? def making it a hc that he gets annoyed when people spell his name wrong. esp after he becomes the spot... loss of identity stuff plot: following the events of the post linked above, you both get in the car to continue your trip. Surely, Jonathon's feelings won't rip themselves out of his throat on the way? notes: reader is gn, unestablished relationship, jonathathon crushing on reader, not proof read we die like uncle aaron, admin only knows lore based off the spiderverse stuff they have no prior knowledge on any other iteration of ohnn, pre collider, ambiguous ending, possible part 3 if the admin ever feels inclined to continue the story word count: 1.5k cws: none

Jonathon struggled to stay awake the morning after everything. After he had pulled himself out of bed between... god his mind was clinging together to keep details clear... it was somewhere between two in the morning and four, though he could be completely wrong. He decided to wait out the rest of night outside your hotel room. He did not get a single wink of sleep, his thoughts consuming him. Naturally, you didn't allow him to drive the car. There was still many hours left on the trip, and that wasn't even factoring in the drive back. You curse Alchemex for not sending someone else, or working out a different arrangement than having someone pick up the parts needed for some... machine...

"We'll stop in a few hours for breakfast, maybe around nine... does that sound alright? Could you try to catch some sleep so we can switch off eventually?" You glanced at Jonathon as the car rolled to a stop at the light. His eyes lazily pulled themselves to look at you, his glasses were secured in their case and tucked away in the door.

He scrunches his eyes closed, attempting to pull himself together. "Yeah, yeah... that works," He leaned back into his seat as the car began to move again.

It was gloomy outside, dark clouds hung in the sky as if it were about to rain. At least it was better than having the morning light going straight into his eyes. He leaned away from you and tried to get comfortable. It was horribly quiet, and suddenly he became all too aware of his breathing. He wasn't being too loud, or breathing too heavily? He shot a glance to you, and even though your eyes were still glued on the road ahead his sleep deprived mind would not stop the buzzing thought that you were judging him silently. He took a deep breath, and held it for as long as he could without turning red. He slowly exhaled as soft as he could. And he continued the process.

He did not get any sleep, too preoccupied on trying to make the air less awkward than it was. But you never seemed to notice it, or him. It remained this way for hours, until you both eventually pulled into a parking lot of some fast food place. Jonathon nearly jumped out of his skin when you gently shook his arm. His throat clenched painfully before he regained himself. "Sorry! I didn't realize you were asleep!" You apologized. You hadn't noticed after all. Gaze darting, he shook his head. "No, no no it's... fine..."

"Do you want to go inside, or do you just want to pass through the drive thru? I meant to ask you before pulling in, but some douchebag..." You trailed off. "I'm surprised you didn't wake up from the swerve."

Bringing the palms of his hands to his eyes he rubbed them, then blinked his vision clear. The clock said nine. You'd been on the road for three hours. A dull ache in his legs made themselves known suddenly as he pulled his eyes open wider. "We can go inside, give us a chance to walk and go to the bathroom,"

You nod in agreement.

Breakfast was uneventful, you both ate mostly in silence save for you checking in on him. Did you need to make a stop so he can get some proper rest? He insisted that he was fine, but you could tell he was lying through his teeth.

Soon you were back on the road, with you taking it upon yourself to simply keep driving for the remainder of this half of the trip. You did not feel confident with the idea of your coworker driving in his current state.

Morning stretched to noon, and then to late afternoon. The sky had since cleared for the most part, the sunset shining its light on your side of the car. You couldn't blame Ohnn for staring, with the way he could see each individual strand of hair lit up by the orange light. Or how your skin seemed to glow, you looked... alive. That was a normal thing to say about someone, surely!

It was this, mixed with the exhaustion that Jonathon let a single word slip through his chewed lips.

"Wow.."

That was all he said, his face burning brighter against the light that made it past you and onto his own face. He doubted he looked as beautiful as you in the light. His only redeeming quality right now, were his brown eyes. Brown eyes always seemed to look gorgeous in the light.

"Did you say something?" You shot a side glance to him, his teeth clenching as he realized his mistake.

But...

Was it a mistake?

He thought over his thoughts from the night before in bed. Everything he wanted to say to you. His eyes fixated on you, like a child staring at a bug they've found under a rock. He pulled his bottom lip in with his teeth, and ran them along the flesh. He weighed his options. He could be bold and say everything now... or he could keep quiet... If things ended bad, he could perhaps let himself wallow in shame in the passenger seat or ask someone to help him get home if you didn't allow him to ride back with you.

""Are you okay? " You asked when you didn't get a response. All day you had been worried about the man, his behavior was so off and it you were beginning to believe you may have done something wrong. Maybe you should have let him sleep on the floor like he had insisted, did you make him feel pressured to share the bed with you?

"No, actually I'm not." He said after a few seconds. A horrible opener, really. He didn't have time to fight his body cringing, he had already committed to this. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you," He added. That didn't make it sound any better. Before he could back out you were already pulling the car into the parking lot of a gas station, stopping the car. He had your full attention now.

"Is this about the bed thing? Or is it something else?"

He sucked air between his teeth, scraping his mind for some way to back out of this. This wasn't the best time to confess your feelings, was it? Let alone the right place. Jonathon had always thought that he would try to orchestrate something to "naturally" have you two fall together, opening a window to ask you out.. this was.. not at all what he had planned. He felt far too vulnerable, the inside of the car suddenly felt too small.

He was going to dismiss everything off as a joke, but when his eyes caught yours his jaw started working against him. In perhaps the most humiliating way.

"I'm in love with you, (Reader)"

The air hung thick.

Such a horrible way to say it.

He will never have the chance to confess to you in the way he wanted to, never would he want it to go out like this. He cursed himself for this failure.

What a waste.

He tore his eyes away from you as his face began to burn, soon followed by his ears and the back of his neck turning a bright shade of pink. For a horrifying moment he wondered if you would tell the rest of your coworkers about this. He tried to dismiss it once more, trying to follow it by a "Just kidding!" but his jaws betrayed him once more.

It was quiet, and he became aware of his breathing again. He began to focus on it, working to make sure it wasn't too loud in the space you shared.

He chanced a glance at you through the corner of his eye, only to see that similarly your face was burning as well. "You don't.. have to say anything-"

"No, I'm glad you told me..." You pulled your gaze forward and worked your brows together. More quiet followed before you breathed deeply and exhaled. You looked at the time, prompting him to look as well. He had been so deep in his thoughts and feelings the entire day that he had forgotten why you were driving. His horror deepens as he realizes that he had practically confessed to you while you were working... he wanted to bury himself into the ground.

"Can we talk about this later, when we get this.." You motion your hand around, "over with? When we get back home, I mean,"

It felt like a gut punch, but he understood. You both had a job to do, pick something up and return.

He nodded, trying to swallow the hurt look that tried to come out.

You nodded, and pulled the car out of the parking lot and returned driving. You both made it to your location, and got what you needed. There was no way the two of you were going to drive tonight, however, given the exhaustion settling in both of you.

This time Jonathon made sure the hotel room had two beds.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Setna Plays DAO

this post thread will be part 2! find all of part 1 here

session 8: last time we wrapped up saving Conner, and getting the Urn of Sacred Ashes quest. now first up, camp chats! going to readmore these posts now to avoid them getting too long, so details below the cut.

our bro Alistair first--my friend likes that he's funny, but also that you can be a little snarky to him and he just rolls his eyes and accepts it as a joke. he gives us the heartfelt "thank you for helping out Eamon's (and his) family" speech, since we went out of our way to save Connor. Setna remarks that she thinks at some point he may attempt getting romantic with us and we'll have to shoot him down--this is def a possibility though she hasn't taken too many of the overly nice and none of the flirty lines with him, so i'm actually not sure if that will trigger or not. Wynne's here now, so we chatted with her next, and i revealed the Age Conundrum--fwiw i think the bioware writers are just bad at math, she's clearly supposed to be around 70 not 50. i think the dates given in the tie in novels were just thrown out there with less thought. worth a chuckle though!

for tonight's adventuring, I took us on a detour from the main story to go get Shale. grabbed the control rod, skipped down to Honleath (triggering the cutscene with Howe, Loghain, and Anora confronting him--I pointed out after that Howe is voiced by Tim Curry and she's excited to see more of that later lol), fought through the town & insanely large community basement/wilhelm's lab. along the way i accidentally clicked morrigan and i guess she got a +1 approval somewhere because she asked us to search for the Grimoire, which we did in fact already pick up in the tower.

Agreed to go search for Amalia, lied to Kitty, STRUGGLED my way thru the damn tile puzzle, and sent Amalia running back to daddy while we took out Kitty. then finally out to wake up Shale with the correct password! fantastic news is my friend LOVES Shale (going to stick to "it" pronouns until the reveal bc i am trying SO hard not to slip up in person), specifically that it jokes to her and seems to like when she jokes back. we had a lot of follow up discussion about what exactly a golem is, at least with the current knowledge from the game. Shale agrees to come with us so it's back to camp!

first convo with Shale confirms Setna's love for it. next a round of basic gifts to get the gang warmed up to us a little more, which unlocks Morrigan's backstory dialogue about the stolen mirror Flemmeth smashed, and Wynne's nervous check-in on our thoughts about Abominations. Also triggers Alistair's asking to go visit Goldanna in Denerim, and she was annoyed that agreeing to this is less +approval than giving him a funny runestone we found. I tell her how beautiful Sten loves fancy paintings and she says "that makes sense" to which I go "what" and she refuses to elaborate. Zevran has no new dialogue for us and she threatens to turn him down if he asks for a date and sees me go 😭 at the thought. Then we go hand over Flemmeth's Grimoire to Morrigan, and have a chat about Morrigan's growth over the past sessions/how she's starting to open up, yay. she still feels most attached to her and Alistair, since they've been with us from the start, and have had the most chances to get to know them.

ended with just a couple codexes to read at the end of the night. decided next time we'll start the ashes quest, since Teagan asked and she doesn't like leaving things open ended... and i will quietly go off and check what levels things are there bc i usually save it for the end, uh oh

[pearlescentparade]

Been absolutely thru the ringer as of late but your blog never fails to make me smile and chuckle. Thank u /gen

-🍙

WAHHH IM GLAD MY BLOG CAN CHEER U UP !! :'] whatever you're going through, you can get through it!!! we all struggling out here but we'll make it TRUSTTTT

[tayley]

i really empathize with hayley in that she seems to be struggling with everything trump's administration is doing. im not from the us, you could even say that trump takes inspiration from what leadership is doing where i live lol, and it really makes me so sad and feel so overwhelmed that some days i don't want to get out of bed. my greatest solace are my friendships, honestly. human connection, community is everything. so i really hope she's also taking strength from that as well, is not isolating herself, not pulling away. we'll make it thru mamas ❤️

i wholeheartedly agree. it’s a scary time being in america right now. the fact that we have 4 years of this nightmare is truly terrifying.

[moonlight-tmd]

ProwlBee but it's Prowl who has the obvious crush on Bee.

Like, we've all seen or heard how Bee acts around Prowl- in my opinion he's trying to impress him using the wrong way (being cocky and bickering with him all the time). All while Prowl is nonchalant about everything and just grows to like Bee more over time.

What if it was- Prowl just internally panicking about his feelings towards the cute and annoying scout while Bee is just casual about everything and just wants to hang out with Prowl?

It's Prowl who caught that sparkle of magic when Bee approached him when they met. Prowl has been trying to supress it the best he could but he just couldn't help but feel flustered whenever Bee forgot that personal space is a thing or threw one of his cheesy jokes at him.

Prowl being Prowl, tries to be as secretive about his feelings as possible with everyone in the group so no one really knows. And let's be honest, Bee is oblivious as fuck. There is no way he would know. And he never had anyone interested in him so there's no reference or signs to look for.

I really like the idea of Prowl just breaking thru that barrier he put up and going for it- maybe after something happens, like an accident; they were called to aid a massive fire at the docks and Prowl got trapped in. Some rubble fell on him and pinned him down. He was about to get squashed with a rafter falling on him-

He braced himself for impact but it never came, instead he saw Bee, struggling to not bend and keep holding the heavy metal. He heard him call for help on the comm as he laid there paralyzed, then the fire finally reached a gas cointainer held in the same warehouse and it exploded. Bee was hit with a wall of heat and fire and Prowl was sure they died, but no... Bee withstood it and forced thru the pain to lift up the rafter along with the new rubble as much as he could. At that moment Prowl wanted to say something but Bee yelled at him to shut up and "We survived space barnacles, we'll survive this."

Prowl was forced to watch as Bee's frame deformed under the weight- metal warped and snapped out of the transformation seams, the mesh burned, exposing wires and energon lines- he could see some of the damage and burns on Bee's backside. He felt Bee's tears falling on him as he tried his best to withstand everything...

Few seconds before he gave out, the others finally came thru with the extinguishers and Bulkhead lifted the weight off of them.

Bee was rushed back to Base where Ratchet fixed him. Bee stayed in medbay for 3 days after that, he shielded Prowl from the explosion and took most damages which saved him. It gave the ninjabot time to think about what happened. He tried to talk with Bee about it but Bee brushed it off like he didn't just nearly get killed to save him. He was just happy that Prowl was alive.

It made Prowl realize that he doesn't have all the time in the universe to ponder and try to come up with a plan to confess. Anything could happen and they won't be able to be happy at all if he keeps waiting.

Bee was the type to never have plan or make one up on the go, Prowl took that lesson from him and in the few days before Valentines he managed to prepare some form of confession at a location near the lake.

When the day came he avoided everyone until the afternoon, that's when he send out a message to Bee to come help him with something and to come alone. He waited and waited.... it was starting to get dark, he wondered whether Bee saw the message at all or if he was just ignoring him. Pain filled his Spark when the thought of being stood up wandered to him. But just as that happened he heard rustling in the bushes and he regained composure just in time to see Bee walk in.

He asked about this thing Prowl wanted help with and Prowl had to admit he didn't actually need help with anything. For a calm and serious mech like Prowl, Bee was surprised if not a tad worried to see him stuttering and nervous. But then Prowl whipped out the big boquet of flowers along with a box of energon sweets from behind his back. He confessed that he's been thinking about Bee and what happened at the docks, that he doesn't want to hold back anymore and wants to get his happiness while it's still around.

Bee stood there silent with wide optics just looking and listening... but after a long silence Prowl didn't expect him to start laughing. He felt the sharp sting of rejection but before he could leave Bee grabbed him and apologized. He explained that he never thought Prowl would like him and in fact, thought he wanted nothing to do with him- especially like that.

Truth be told, Bee also developed a tiny bit of a crush on Prowl that he never showed. Prowl avoided everyone today, Bee included. Whenever Bee tried to talk with him Prowl either went away faster than he could speak or accidentally told him to leave him be... It hurt considering that the same day Bee wanted to spend time with Prowl specifically, he wanted to make their friendship a little bit more special and all he got was an indirect rejection over and over again... When he saw Prowl's message an hour after it's been send he hesitated to go- if Prowl didn't want to spend time with him then why would he request they meet alone? Most of Bee wanted to not come at all from spite and hurt Prowl caused but in the end he broke and came all the way out there... and he was glad he did.

It was the greatest evening they had- Prowl didn't plan anything but he did have a lot of suggestions of where they might go for Bee to enjoy. But instead Bee said they'd spend a nice evening in this spot, away from any bustle or interruption. Just peace and quiet, something Prowl enjoys. They sat by the lake and ate the sweets and some snacks Bee had in his subspace, and when the wind picked up they cuddled to stay warm until the clock told them to head back for the night.

The next day Bee approached Prowl and invited him to hang out together. They went to the zoo and spend nearly an entire day there, Bee even bought 2 buckets of fish to feed the penguins which Prowl enjoyed very much. Of course Prowl also got a plushie from the gift shop, a fancy penguin with a bowtie and a top hat.

The rest of the team suspects something is up, the two have been going out together quite a lot lately. Bee might have bragged about having a date with Prowl to Bulkhead when they were trying to make some plans on their own. So yeh, everyone knows that they go on dates now, thanks Sari.

They're not official yet- they're trying to see if it works, as Bee put it. But so far it does work, very well in fact.

[chubbychiquita]

I want this lifestyle completely ingrained in your mind. Never even a backward glance at the skinny little thing you used to be, and not even questioning the absolute spectacle you've made of your body. Completely oblivious to just how unrecognisably fat and dumb you're becoming

I'll take you on a drive to go to a buffet, and you'll struggle to fit across my entire backseat (while still calling yourself a passenger princess). We'll have to get drive-thru fast food on the way to dinner, because you'll probably be too hungry to endure a fifteen minute drive without snacks. At the buffet, you'll clear eight plates, piled high, before I hand feed you the rest of mine, and you'll grow wet at the feeling of your belly trapped against the table while I push even more mindless calories into your mouth. On the way home, we'll stop at the gas station, because carting around a horny blob would be hell on my fuel economy. I'll waddle you over for a weighing on the truck scales to see just how much more Mary we've grown. You'll be desperate to pleasure yourself when you see the numbers, but like an obedient girl, you know you'll have to wait until you're fed dessert at home

And if anyone asks you how your weekend was, trying to keep their eyes off the enormous belly peeking out from under your shirt, I doubt it would register that you're not normal anymore

"Oh we just went out for dinner," you'd say.

"Same as every weekend 🙂 "

[crow-of-paradise]

I finished The Way of Kings and IIII'm feelin' it!!! Yo girl is going THRU it!!!

This book is great for the saps. The Sentimentals. Dare I say cheese-lovers. Moved easily to tears by acts of goodness and humanity. (<- all me) Maybe bc it is so lacking in our real lives - and this from someone fortunate enough to have some amazing people in their life, I still think we can all want to be better for ourselves and others, because it's the right and good thing to do. In the end, it's the heart of the book, imo, that stays with me the most. Kaladin, Dalinar, Bridge Four, struggling to do the right thing, keep hope alive in the face of despair like a small sputtering candle in the dark (or highstorm, as it were). When I finished and was gathering my thoughts, there's a lovely quote by Mr. Rogers that immediately came to mind:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’”

And this book has plenty of both (the scary and the helpers). It’s a very hopeful story at its core, despite realizing some people felt put off by the “depression simulator” (as the first review, of all things, I watched called him!!) that is Kaladin during most of the book, lol. But hey! I'm into that shit! I was deeply moved by his struggles and how he kept finding reasons to care, despite himself, like a wild instinct he’s unable to control. He’s gotta be one of my favorite fictional characters of all time, THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THIS MAN IS INSANE. So I'm hoping that the story continues with its main philosophy and theme centering hope prevailing in the end. I'm locked in, so I guess we'll see soon enough lol.

Also I fucking love beginnings. Some people loathe them - they’re too slow, there’s not enough happening, there’s too much to learn. When it’s done WELL, I eat that shit up, and TWOK does it sooooo well. When I first started reading it, I was constantly praising its accessibility, how easy it was to understand and visualize and keep up, as someone who does NOT read a lot (particularly not a brick like this). That is a constant throughout the rest of the book! I personally really meshed well with Sanderson’s writing style, and that was besides his amazing skill with a large and compelling cast of characters, all of whom have their own subtle arcs and development which were satisfying to read and I value most in the media I enjoy.

I found out about Sanderson in the most random way! I was RPing in Final Fantasy XIV lol (2022/23 was... a time) and I really wanted to work on my combat writing skills. I think I looked up recommendations for this and Brandon Sanderson’s name came up more than once (and yes, this book is a war epic, and the battles are long and brutal, and so captivating to read), along with The Way of Kings being the most recommended, so I filed away his name and the book in the back of my mind. I would see his work out in the wild and pick it up, balk at the size, but it wasn’t until earlier this year when I bought the mass market paperback that I actually decided to try it out - read a few pages, then bought the larger trade paperback bc I am Old and my eyes suck, also there are gorgeous illustrations to appreciate. I just wasn’t vibing with any of my attempted reads at the time (ACOTAR, Emily Wilde tho I do wanna try this one again, among others). I think I was craving something Epic, and I was fresh off season 2 of House of the Dragon and the latest FFXIV expansion and I wanted a book to take to Iceland with me (this massive tome did indeed travel with me lmao, and I didn't get far what with the long exhausting days of that trip, but I did manage a few pages and even more scuffs and dings along the way). So yes, this did largely scratch that itch and then some! I’ve said it 100 times but I’m not a good reader - it’s so hard for me to maintain the focus required for it long enough, though I do try. To me it’s nothing short of a GENUINE ACCOMPLISHMENT that I not only conquered this monster but did it relatively quickly during a stressful time of the year, and LOVED it. Books as a storytelling medium is such a large untapped well for me, so I mourn not being able to devour them like other bookworms do because I know there are some gems out there (audiobooks are worse for my focus to grasp onto funnily enough lol).

In light of that, this book really just feels like a small miracle that happened to me. It means a lot and I’m so grateful. (told you I was a sap!!!) And I'm so sad Words of Radiance is still being shipped to me. But I have another lovely book I'm reading (The Honey Witch by Sydney J. Shields) for book club with my bestie (shoutout to @bisummers I'M STARTING MY PAGES TOMORROW) so I will be occupied until then... and hopefully it gets here soon. :)

[joemama-2]

And for a split second, Satoru forgot the anger, the betrayal, the hurt. He only saw you. You, as a mother. You, as Koji's mother. somewhere in the muddled mess of his thoughts, an ache blooms. Not just for the time he lost with Koji, but for the life he lost with you.

*inhales deeply* ANGST IS THE BEST I SWEAR

You hurt me so good istg AAAAAH amazing update as always and im excited/worried as to what satoru's parents are gon do + ALSO i wonder how yn will react to satoru paying the rent?? my hc atp is that he'll move them to one of this houses (hihi🤭) and we'll get a sip of domesticity (😶‍🌫️)

ahhhh yes that line hurt me too when writing 🤕 but i totally understand the hurt me so good line because i think that ALLLLL the time whenever i read a gut wrenching angst piece. and writing the angst myself, knowing what’s gonna happen and so on; oh im praying for yn 🫣☹️

yn can be stubborn, but a very independent woman no matter what struggles she’s going thru. if someone, especially gojo, does something like that for her and especially without telling her, she might be………🫢🫢

[msommers]

just some quick little intro posts for my bg/dnd girlies bc they've been getting a lot of attention recently, about time they get on the blog proper

AURETTA STORMSEEKER half-human, half-sun elf

neutral good

storm sorcery, tempest cleric, evocation wizard (yay lvl 20 mods)

deity: Aerdrie Faenya

big sister out of 4 half-elves born to the same human mother, Jocelyn, with 4 separate baby daddies lmao

Auretta's father, Eilethal, is a sun elf from the city of Taltempla on Evermeet���a city full of elves, focused on magic, learning, and religion.

Auretta inherited her father's divine magic but failed to find somebody capable of properly teaching her (she and her mother lived in a town with almost no magic for 13~ years before moving to BG, where they struggled to find and afford a teacher).

a few months after her 20th birthday, Eilethal finally showed up after forgetting how time works for two decades #justelfthings. he offered to bring her back to Taltempla with him so he could teach her magic and she ended up agreeing.

Auretta would occasionally utilize magic to speak with her family back in BG, and made 2-3 visits thru the years, but ultimately she got worse at maintaining contact over the course of her 35~ years in the elven city.

by the time she reunites with her siblings for the BG3 campaign, it's been years since they've seen each other and there's definitely an adjustment period to the Auretta who changed quite a bit during her time with the elves.

probably?? a Zevlor romance. mostly convinced of it, a little wiggle room left as i solidify her some more.

MEDORA RUNESCRIBE half-human, half-moon elf

maybe lawful good?? haven't decided bc who really cares about alignment

divination wizard, divine soul sorcerer

deity: Deneir

her childhood isn't determined yet bc i focused on her later life but she's giving only child. maybe an orphan, idk

worked as an archivist within BG's temple district, reading through countless scrolls and tomes and manuscripts and yada yada. tragically boring woman who loved her work even tho it was one of the most dull and tedious things to most other people

undecided on some of the details, but what matters is that Medora finds a lost page written by Deneir himself with vague ramblings that she believes tell of a secret hidden away within the Weave itself. insert some nonsense about questing and tracking down here. Medora finds and tugs on the strand of the Weave and discovers what it really was—a fragment of the deity himself, safely hidden until her nosy ass decided to seek it out, now bound inside of her.

Medora becomes a vessel for the First Scribe, infused with his long dormant magic and a part of his soul. this leads to her divine soul leveling as he becomes stronger during her BG3 adventure. undecided what becomes of this fragment (she might keep it idk), or if he speaks to her or not.

Medora goes thru numerous changes due to this merge. she slowly becomes more obsessive and scatter-minded; she undertakes his abandoned quest searching for the Metatext; her eyes shift entirely to his vibrant purple, and as she gains levels they begin to sprout veins of gold from the pupil outwards as the divine magic pushes her body's limits; her hair begins to grey to match his; her eyesight gets worse without the use of magic lmao

a peak in "gotta add headcanons into the story to give more character and exploration" oc creation. yeah she's interacting w the main game story but also i've got my own fun stuff to imagine on the side also going down

not sure about her romance. Gale seems fitting for numerous reasons but we'll see

[bernnotice]

Met with an attorney today who thinks we have a case for appealing SSDI's decisions to deny us disability benefits & SSI backpay for the months we've been out of work - The way her firm operates is she doesn't get paid unless our case wins, so I'm trusting her judgement that we could succeed at the hearing stage. She seemed sympathetic to our struggles, especially regarding how we've been discriminated against by employers & government agencies who don't see most of our disabilities as valid. She's sending paperwork to get a better picture of our experiences overall & build our case; she also advised we are on the right path by having a neurologist appt set up for next week & a physical in early March, and for actively pursuing a psychological evaluation with a gender-affirming specialist.

Idk cuz we really hate getting our hopes up when there's a buncha bureaucratic bullshit between our present moment & a (potentially) brighter future, but we feel like this is at least a good direction for us to set our sights on. Talked with my counselor friend today about how it's hard holding onto hope when the system is built to shut you out, up & down - how we as a system feel useless in an environment that so often plays despair as a measurable rite of passage to earn the pitied pittance of rights, under supervision, of course.

Anyways, probably gonna be increasing our use of this site as a venting platform as well as a space to completely dissociate somewhat safely - so, sorry in advance if you aren't looking forward to hearing from other alters' perspectives on what we're going thru. We'll still try to keep the train of reblogged shitposts & cute stuffs rolling whenever possible.

In the meantime, thanks for hearing me out - Melange