#there is a comma in that sentence.

[bedforddanes75]

ok im normal now anyway Guess what happens when you press this link YEAH u get cowboys i dont care if its bad (i care) i wanna BED. i wanna bed george daniel too However im busy so i can do neither. UFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my nose keeps like Not working FUCK

[haridraws]

I understand and respect copyeditors, but in my heart of hearts I think commas and hyphens should be vibes-based

[cupidsncheerios]

jayce being suicidal is such an underexamined part of arcane imo

cuz like. that man started off his character arc trying to give up on everything important to him because of how crushing his failures felt, and then as the show progressed and he was surrounded by the love of others, he reached a state where, when faced with the fact that his mistakes could entirely destroy the world, he was so dedicated to persisting that he literally climbed out of a cave and parkoured up to the top of a skyscraper (with a broken leg) JUST so he could shoot his ex boyfriend with a giant fucking laser

and honestly? that should be everyone's mental health goal.

[twaterlaw]

“Look,” you tease, your voice soft and your hands framed around Law’s face. You stretch your thumb to smooth over his cheek bone. “I’ve got the whole world in my hands.”

You only get a moment to appreciate the widening of Law’s eyes before he schools his gaze back into something more passive. Early on in your relationship, you might of over looked it - the gentle squeeze of your fingers in his as he reaches up to pull your hands away from his face —now you’ve learned to appreciate all of Law’s little tells.

“You’re ridiculous,” he scolds you, just a smidge too soft to not be fond. He places a cool hand on the top of your head.

He’s still not quite used to this, you know — how gently you treat him, your honey sweet words, or how freely you give him your affections. You’re soft and warm (“Too soft for this life,” he’s told you before, his fingers tangled in your hair. “How the hell did you end up here?” he’s asked, lips a breath away from yours).

To a man who’s grown up in the harsh cold, you and your love burn a little — like sinking into a warm bath after coming in from the snow. There’s usually a moment of discomfort before Law melts.

It’s a delight to watch this man, infamous in all four seas for his coldness, his capacity for cruelty, settle into being loved, to adjust to warmth and comfort. It’s gradual, the changes you see in your captain, your lover, but you’ve taken to cataloguing each one in your mind.

Tonight, if his hand lingers a little too long on the top of your head or you notice the tips of his ears redden with extra blood flow, you opt not to call him out as you press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and add it to your list.

[systemasiderum]

we're having a low energy day week. i can't even really string together a cohesive caption LOL. something something here's myself and stardust cuddling in headspace, because sometimes it do just be like that.

[gay-otlc]

"don't use so many commas in one sentence" fuck you (adds another comma to the sentence out of spite)

[starsandwriting]

Jesus christ the horror of being that dog. You gain human sentience and intelligence for just long enough to be able to understand the world around you, just long enough to truly experience the horror of what's happening to you, before you're reverted back to being a dog. Granted understanding once more before it's taken away again, and so on

[hypewinter]

The moment the last of his loved ones died, Danny left Earth. After all there was no more reason to stay. No one left to protect. Instead he went deep deep into space. Allowing himself to get lost in his obsession. Far away from his grief, Danny passed the years by exploring all that the cosmos had to offer (which was a lot).

Occasionally Clockwork would appear next to him. He'd tell him about all that was happening on Earth. The changes that were being made. But Danny simply couldn't bring himself to care. After all, what meaning did change have to a being who would live forever? That's what he thought until he came face to face with said change. In the form of a green clad hero hailing from the very planet that had become such a distant yet painful memory.

[valacre]

: ̗̀➛ I Die In My Dreams

Megatron x Reader - transformers prime

Sonorously you sing as the storm whips at your sails and throws sprays of salty water into your eyes, yet you do not falter. Beams of golden light peaks through blackened skies, and bloodied waves towers like mountains as they attempt to sink your ship; they are unsuccessful.

You do not know which direction leads to land. There is no compass, no stars to look upon, but the looming giant whose form is barely discernible within the blackness of the night grows nearer and nearer, pulling you closer even as the storm worsens.

The wood beneath your feet creaks and groans in protest, threatening to break, but still holding; still fighting. Its beating heart pulses dangerously, and you do not know how long it will last. How much more can it take? Your ship is brittle, but you are eternal, doomed to succumb to an unknown fate down in the depths once the wood gives in and the heart stops.

But the giant offers an escape.

He holds out a servo, its digits sharp and deadly, but they pose no true danger to you. Not to you. They will save you, change you, give your ship a new metallic frame which will prolong its life exponentially; but is that your wish?

It's weak and prone to lasting damage, but it fights and tries its best to keep you going for one more day, one more year, no matter how intense the storm becomes. And it loves you. It loves all of you. It gave and continues to give you a chance to experience all that surrounds you, so could you abandon it?

Could you truly take the giant’s servo and let your earthly self be wrecked by the thrashing waves, forever lost as you move on beyond the stars? Can you leave it even as it pleads and claws for you to remain to face your end; to face death as you are?

“Not only are you a waking nightmare,” you say, shuddering as his touch lingers on your flesh, feeling the pulse beneath your skin. “But you haunt my dreams. Will you offer me no reprieve? Am I to face nothing but constant suffering all while you keep those cruel eyes upon me?” You gasp, tears trickling even as he surrounds you, outside and within in equal measure. You loathe and cherish the warmth, the way your voice wavers and sings as he touches your neck, kissing it.

“And yet you do not shy away,” said he, voice oddly soft and warm, a far cry from the tyrant you’d first met. Someone else spoke to you, someone whom Megatron might have long ago buried deep within himself, yet who now had a chance to emerge if only for a moment. “You sing for me, your flesh weeps for me, your soul…” he makes but a single quiet gasp as he lays a servo upon your chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath.

“You have broken me,” you say, crying even as he leans close to kiss the tears away, the red of his optics a gentle hue, embracing you.

“No,” he says, speaking in his true language. “You have broken me.”

And the bloodied rain comes in falls from the giant’s optics as he reaches out; out for you and your eternal soul, but you recoil and fall atop creaking wood, smiling even as anguish torments you and the waves come crashing down; enveloping you in a cold but tender hold as you let go, allowing yourself to return from whence you came. Before flesh, before blood, before life, before the tyrant whom you’d fallen so deeply for.

And as you sink, your eyes closed to the darkness, you cannot see the shape, whose deep profound sadness and regret makes them, dive to you; still reaching, not wishing to pull, but to hold, to follow wherever you go. Be it in life, or in death.

Previous / Next Music: Wojciech Kilar – Ascension

[random-fun-polls]

what's ur biggest spelling/grammar enemy (in english)?

commas

words that sound different from the way they're written (colonel, wednesday)

prepositions (on, at, in,..)

sentence structure/order

double consonants (excellent, intelligent..)

mod, if u can think of any more, pls add them

[ghostyears]

Are teens still passionate about the Oxford comma or was that just our weirdo generation

[so-very-small]

this is my emotional support g/t story that lives in my brain in excruciating detail with characters and settings meticulously thought out that i will never ever write down ever

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[je-lurk]

If I had a nickel for every time Sam, playing a child character, unexpectedly shouted at Tom, startling Luke, playing his character’s father, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[captain-lovelace]

I think the “no kink at pride people” should have to reckon with the fact that fetish gear is just cool fashionable timeless and hot

[pl4yingcards]

hey do you guys think that tubbo didn't see the potential issue with signing the contract to make Walltown part of Las Nevadas because he was so used to political moves and pawns being used separately from relationships that he didn't even consider how ranboo might process it

to tubbo it was just a good political move, something that would benefit them in the short and long-term. to ranboo, it was him giving away something they had built together like it was nothing