#that bees thing is what I mean

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

We're doing more incorrect quotes, with bits and pieces of the other cast, because I feel like Chikao and Tongbi tonight and said so.

Tongbi: Why does Nezha always do the laundry so loudly?

Chikao: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Nezha: walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone

Nezha, in the distance: slams the washing machine shut

Tongbi: Hey, Nezha, how was your day?

Nezha: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Tongbi Hell.

Nezha: Where’s Chikao?

Chikao, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

Tongbi: Around.

Nezha: Around?

Nezha: You don’t have any idea, do you?

DBK: I haven't seen Chikao and Tongbi for fifteen minutes now.

Chikao, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

Outside a nearby window, a car without a driver inside is seen rolling down a driveway, with Chikao and Tongbi running after it in a panic. DBK doesn't look outside at all.

Chikao: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?

DBK: That probably means they're getting into trouble.

DBK: Bees?

Chikao: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!

DBK: Wait-

DBK: Something tells me Chikao's going to be a bit more unhinged today…

Tongbi approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly

Tongbi: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Chikao, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Tongbi isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Wukong: raises hand

Chikao: puts their hand down

Chikao: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?

Tongbi: Ooh, yes please!

Wukong, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!

Chikao: It's not a bug though…

Wukong: …

Tongbi: …

Wukong: Well I still don't want to see.

Tongbi, realizing: Please don't throw-

Chikao, in Macaque’s window: I thought I’d find you here!

Chikao: Whee! throws a stick of butter

Macaque: Hey, did you know as a kid I accidentally ate paper?

Tongbi, climbing past Chikao: WE COULD HAVE USED THE DOOR-

Tongbi: I feel like we've all done that at least once.

Chikao: I ate it too-

Tongbi: See?

Chikao:: -On purpose…

Chikao: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to DBK and Wukong's convo?

Macaque & Tongbi: …What?

Azure: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Tongbi: I'm in the washing machine.

Macaque: I'm in the closet.

Azure: We accept you Macaque. <3

Macaque: No I'm literally in the closet.

Macaque: Rules were made to be broken.

Azure: Love is love. <3

Tongbi: They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Wukong: Uh, piñatas.

Azure: Glow sticks.

DBK: Karate boards.

Chikao: Spaghetti when you have a small pot.

Macaque: Rules.

Azure, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Tongbi:

Tongbi: Hey.

Chikao: Hi.

Macaque: Hello.

DBK: Hey!

Azure: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker

Wukong: We were out of Doritos.

DBK: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Azure: …I did. I broke it.

DBK: No. No you didn't. Chikao?

Chikao: Don't look at me. Look at Tongbi.

Tongbi: What?! I didn't break it.

Chikao: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Tongbi: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Chikao: Suspicious.

Tongbi: No, it's not!

Macaque: If it matters, probably not, but Wukong was the last one to use it.

Wukong: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Macaque: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Wukong: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Macaque!

Azure: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, DBK.

DBK: No! Who broke it!?

Macaque: DBK… Chikao's been awfully quiet.

Chikao: rEALLY?!

Everyone starts arguing

DBK, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

DBK: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

DBK:

DBK: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.

[canisalbus]

Different Italian anon, but the thing with Tuscan C is that it's pronounced like a very strong H sound, which is extra weird cuz the letter H makes no sound in Italian, normally. It sounds the way Spanish pronounce the J. We say it's "aspirato". So then people from there will say things like Hoha Hola (coca cola), and it's funny. It's also extremely contagious, I got family in Florence, you spend 3 days with them you start doing it too before you even realize.

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[dont-offend-the-bees]

i was tagged in 'wip wunday' by me ol' buddy ol' pal @williamvapespeare - cheers m'dears!

Many of my WIPS are in absolute STATES at the moment. Lonely Bones isn't really fit to be looked at and many of my other current ones are uh, ones for the side account 👀 So for now here's another snippet of the Charles & Cat King casefic, PLEASE motivate me to work on it I KNOW it's gonna be a banger one day...

Charles' eyes widened and he bounced to his feet. “Shit, is he alright?” The characteristic mother henning over Edwin wasn't weird. What was weird was the hand he held down, as if to help Thomas up off of the floor. Thomas eyed it, wary, and gracefully ascended on his own. “He's fine,” he said, speaking it softly but firmly into existence. “He's got tricks up his sleeve, a map and your little psychic friend, I'm sure he's sitting pretty.” Charles blinked. “Our what?” Thomas groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Memory spells, my favourite.” He raised his hands. He clicked his fingers to summon Charles’ attention, then waggled two of them. “Watch the bunny.” Charles furrowed his brows, but he didn't even fight him – just looked at his fingers with confused obedience. When Thomas let a seeking orb of purple magic flare at his fingertips the light fell on open, attentive eyes. And Thomas was not crazy about what he found in them. “Okay, yep, that is locked in,” Thomas sighed, dismissing the magic with another snap. “No way we're lifting that one without time to kill and preferably a truckload of reagents. Looks like it's gonna have to wait.” Charles blinked, dazed and squinting, like he'd caught himself staring at the sun. “Woah. You a wizard or something?” Thomas smiled wryly. “Or something.” “And you're… helping us solve this case? Whatever it is?” “That's pretty much the situation in a nutshell.” “Mate…” Charles… smiled at him. “That is brills!”

Thank you, friend! I'm tagging @tw0-ravens @dear-monday @laiqualaurelote @theflirtmeister @badassindistress @cosmicoceanfic and anyone else who feels like sharing something, consider yourself tagged by me! ^_^

[triglycercule]

horror being very specific with table manners and he berates people (dust and killer) for eating like fucking pigs

i think it'd be morbidly funny that because there was no food in horrortale but the cutlery and stuff was all there that maybe he would pretend to eat with no food on the plate. it was in a satirical way that he would joke maybe around horror paps or alone where he would pretend to eat and have really good table manners but then the satire joke became REAL and now horror is incredibly specific about how to eat food

you MUST hold the fork in the left and knife in right says horror. no killer you can't duel wield the fucking knives this is a table not a slaughterhouse. dust pick up your elbows off the table. actually how about you get your entire upper body off the table tf why are you SLEEPING ON THE FOOD??? killer's sitting fetal position in the chair because of course he wouldn't sit normally like the idiot he is. dust is forced to put his hood down and reveal his face no more mysterious shadow style because it puts horror at ease. they cannot have a single peaceful meal because once they get past the table manners phase it then becomes a completion to see who can eat the least (because they suck at everything including eating)

[sinn-bee]

so I can't stop thinking about your dragon au. How did Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu meet? Are they Liushen before they're Bingliushen or just pining messes?

An excuse to talk about Liushen?? Y e s okay so!

The timeline is a little different in this au, meaning that Binghe is going to become a disciple at the sect but not until later (which means he never had to experience SJ), but they meet in the typical Lingxi caves type of situation. Except having a Qi Deviation is Much more dangerous when you are capable of turning into a fuck off sized dragon in a cave system that is not necessarily meant for full size dragons. Lqg treats SY with a lot of caution for a while because he recognizes that this person is (or at least was) SJ!Sqq, but knows that something is very different given that SY!Sqq has different coloration and an entirely different demeanor. He acts on this caution by being around SY a lot to observe him and tries to fight him a few times like he would with SJ but SY always declines.

Eventually they warm up to each other (SY always treated him as SY typically treats Lqg, teasing and whatnot) and as soon as SY realizes Lqg is being more friendly with him he is ecstatic and is even more teasing and friendly and invites Lqg into his hoard and home to hang out and eat together.

Which of course means that SY unknowingly initiates and engages in dragon courting!! And very intimate dragon behaviors that leave Lqg so so confused and scared and happy all at the same time. The little bit of angst in there is that Lqg thinks that this half-baked relationship means nothing to Sqq because of how he doesn’t quite reciprocate things correctly and that he’s just one in Sqq’s long string of lovers and meanwhile SY!Sqq is just like :D wow! How dragons interact with their friends is so interesting (They’re pretty much moved in with each other and almost having gay sex and scent marking each other) (Lqg has given up most of his hoard to Sqq)

So essentially yeah, they’re both happy (one of them reluctantly so) and have their weird not quite a relationship going on for a while and it doesn’t progress past that until plot happens and Binghe returns as an adult to court his Shizun and Sqq is bonked over the head with O h there’s two people trying to date me o.o

I’m a sucker for pining so there’s plenty of it in this au 👍

[scrappy-possum]

(good grief it been a while......)

anyway hi im not dead

heard it was a special bee's birthday (@realizinau )

so i opened ms paint and doodled this real fast

he put his knitting skillz to use and made a cute sweater :)

the next challange however is giving it to Bailee

[transingthoseformers]

*sigh* I need the tf1 sequel so bad 😩

SAME

I want to see the new rhythm that was set in the tfone ending in full action

I want to see what things are like when the fighting really gets started, and with the Quintessons still in play??

I want to see the more long term changes that happen now energon is flowing freely on Cybertron again

I want to see more of Megatron as a leader in this timeline

I want to see more of Optimus as a leader in this timeline

I want to see the dynamic of decepticon high command after it's had time to settle

Ohhhohoh boy I want to see how Optimus and Megatron interact now that things have changed— I want to see their more familiar autobot vs decepticon dynamic play out on screen

I want to see what I know is going to happen next, and I want to see what I don't know will happen yet

[suguwu]

if you don't have a soulmark that matches theirs, getou & gojo convince you to get one tattooed, no matter how taboo it is

[goldensunset]

The scene is pretty much the same but the wording to me is just so much more volatile. He's not even calling him a freak here, he's calling him a monster, which is something he has never called N before now, not in the games and not in the manga in any translation I've come across. It reads as so much more dehumanizing here and the way he says N is "biting the hand that feeds him" is so interesting to me. N is being disobedient by expressing his love for Ghetsis, that is what gets him marked as being unruly, going against the rules. This Ghetsis isn't just expressing his disdain for being N's father, he's expressing his disdain for N as a whole; N is "disgusting" to him. I prefer this translation rather than the official one just because it feels so much more emotionally charged, it feels so much more hate filled.

aurghghgh……….

[theminecraftbee]

When Cleo arrives at Joe's base, they discover him leaning over the increasingly large lockbox he uses to take things between seasons.

(At one point - when Cleo had first met him, actually - the thing had been tiny. Not much point taking that much between super hostile worlds. After they'd gotten onto hermitcraft, they'd discovered the box he'd used to carry stuff from season one to two was a bit larger. Now, she's not sure whether they should call that thing a 'lockbox' or a 'safe', honestly, but whatever it is, it's still liftable, so probably not a safe? It's not important. They share space with him, because they'd never felt the need to get one of their own, but occasionally...)

Anyway. When they find him, he's in his pinball back box, surrounded by shulker boxes he's not using, leaning over the lockbox, staring at something.

"Hey, Joe," she says.

"Hey Cleo," Joe says, not looking up.

"Did you lose something between here and Empires?" Cleo asks. "I didn't see you bring that thing with you to the Rift."

"No, no," Joe says. "I, uh - honestly, was looking for something else, got a bit stuck. Forgotten I'd... I mean, it doesn't really matter, I think, I'd just forgotten I'd put some of these things in here. I didn't have that much time to - well, no, I guess we had like, two months to think about it -"

"...lose something from season eight, then?" Cleo says, and they don't quite succeed in leaving their voice quite as light.

Joe shrugs. "Was actually looking for this thing Scar gave me after six, but..."

"Yeah?"

Joe picks up a notebook. It's dirty, but at least it's not singed, the way Joe had laughingly told Cleo half his clothes were, after. Cleo had laughed back and made a comment about dusty endstone. Both of them had made new wardrobes.

They suppose it wouldn't be. If he hadn't put it in the box before the moment of...

Joe flips through the pages. He shrugs, a tiny little hesitant motion, and gestures at the last page.

Cleo grimaces. They'd forgotten just how... messy... Joe's measurements had gotten over time. The ink is splotchy and inconsistent. There's a strange air of finality to the numbers, just as much as there's a strange sense of resignation to the observations he'd written to the side of them.

The date on the measurement is December 21st.

It's the last measurement.

"Oh," Cleo says.

"I really wasn't looking for it," Joe says, and his voice is tiny.

"I didn't think you'd keep them," Cleo says helplessly.

"I have - the castle floorplans are in this," Joe says.

"Oh. Right. And you kept -"

"I wouldn't not."

"Of course."

The two of them look at the notebook again for a little bit.

"It's really been a year and I didn't notice?" Cleo says.

"I mean - I mean, we didn't really think about - dates are a social construct," Joe says.

"It feels like the kind of date I ought to remember, is all," Cleo says. "Given."

"Christmas is in three days," Joe says. "We didn't do anything last year. That's why I was looking for - I mean, obviously we didn't do anything last year. What with the, you know, everything. But I was looking for some of the stuff I had - Scar gave me this thing after season six that I was gonna hide for him during the party."

"Are we having a party? All of those people are here," Cleo says. "Oh, god," they say after another moment. "Just because I forgot the date doesn't mean... all of them are here. Do you think someone ought to warn them that..."

"I mean, uh," Joe says. "I mean. We both forgot..."

He looks up. Cleo looks up with him. The sky is blue. It's lightly cloudy. It's a cold day. Everything is on the ground that ought to be on the ground, and everything in the sky is the place in the sky it should be, for a lightly cloudy, blue-skyed morning.

"You should put that away," Cleo says.

"Now I'm not gonna," Joe says.

"Joe," Cleo says.

"Help me finish my Christmas gifts?" Joe says.

"Fine," Cleo says, and they don't talk about it. Joe puts the notebook carefully up on a shelf, flipped to the page with the floorplans. All of the chairs and beds and tables they'd never got to put in are sketched out on the pale pages, and it strikes Cleo all at once that in some ways, Atlantis is already more finished than the castle got to be.

They resolutely decide it doesn't matter. The date isn't the thing that'll remind them, anyway.

[doghartzy]

honestly feel like you can't fully understand why the nhl functions the way it does unless you have an in-depth understanding of american conservatism specifically. like. the nhl is run by a collection of people who function on conservative nostalgia, purposeful obtuseness, and a direct opposition to progressivism. they're the type of american traditionalists who think that we should go back to the good old days when people respected their elders and didn't think too hard about things like civil rights or what equity actually means. they believe in a homogenous culture of assimilation and obedience, and they rely on the people within that culture to perpetuate it via mutual surveillance. it's what the wealthy white american right has always been, especially since wwii and the cold war after it. and it's what the nhl has always been. it's a culture that is determined to keep itself locked away in the 1980s while the world around it evolves, and as it grows farther removed from the world it exists in, the more reactionary it gets. it's fucking. every 70 year old republican senator who refuses to step down until they keel over dead in congress. that's it. that's all.

[simplydnp]

Hey have you seen that the merch shop is password protected rn?

if you're referring to danandphilshop it's been password protected since they closed orders on the crafts merch ☺️ that's one of the main reasons i was fairly sure we'd be getting pride merch, cause that gave a good timeframe to prep for june. alas, it was seemingly not meant to be 😔

[chittychittyyangyang]

I could be way off base, but I have been thinking about this since she said this and trying to figure out what moral? At the time, the best they could figure would be to follow Alyx’s path, but not make the mistakes she made. We now know not only was the story changed from what Jaune was there for, but Alyx wasn’t like the girl who’s in the story.

If there is some “moral” to be learned here, I did wonder if it was to respect and understand different people. Because that’s something up until this current chapter NONE of our main cast have done. RW.BY have been operating out of a story with people as a means to an end. They aren’t really people in their own right, just a way to progress forward. They never really ask anything about the Afterans, outside of asking Curious about ascension, and it’s not like they are a reliable source of information since they seem to have the ability to influence Afteran’s will and only will answer what is asked.

Jaune mentioned that Alyx was cruel and didn’t think the rules applied to her, and while they’ve not been cruel about it we’ve not seen anyone from Remnant treat the Afterans like actual people until (R)WBY listens to the Paper Pleasers. @professorspork spoke about Blake caring about the Paper Pleasers and speaking up for them, and it’s really the first time any of them think about the lives of the people there and not just getting home… Not that Jaune or Ruby agree that they are people.

Just because it’s a fairy-tale to them doesn’t mean it’s not real to the people there. It doesn’t mean they don’t have full lives, even if the visitors of Remnant don’t understand or agree with their culture. Ever After has shown Blake specifically that her culture is very important to her, and if there is some moral to be gained by Blake in this “story” is that understanding different cultures only enhances everyone and leads to greater cooperation. Almost like that’s a goal of hers...

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Anyone else just not feeling like a real person much lately?

[gingermintpepper]

I've seen so many interesting and fun greek myth ships over the years both divine and mortal supported by text and just for fun, and yet I fear tonight, I will be throwing my hat into the ring as a propagator of niche greek myth ships because like, no seriously how is Aristaeus/Dionysus not already thing.