#twink nation rise

[actualbird]

re: bisexual vyn: we all know why he named his research center the "giannovyn." he's down HORRENDOUS for big brother von hagen.

irt my take on the funniest ways for each nxx team member to realize theyre bisexual

THE FACT THEY NAMED IT AFTER THEIR SHIPNAME WILL FOREVER BE FAMOUS TO MEEEEE KJBLJF

i like to think that before marius joined the team but After vyn and giann met, and also after vyn and marius met, that an interaction like this had occurred

[cxciditfilius]

@dark-ambition

Oho ~ A porn star smooch . He's into it . According to his videos , Angel Dust is very skilled with his mouth . Who would have thought that also meant kissing ?

[mayday-mayd4y]

I love trans curly just as much as the next fella, but have yall ever considered trans Swansea. Its always twinks or twunks thats given the period cramps. Tonight transmasc Swansea nation we rise, slapping them blue pink white pink blue onto that oily old man, we RISE. I want him to get so drunk off ethane he reveal the shocking fact that he is trans just for Daisuke to reveal that he is non binary and the long list of neopronunce he have on his social media bio, just for anya to reveal that she is genderfluid, just for Curly to reveal that 'HHGGFHHAAHHHHHhhhHH' (Translaton: he is also trans), turns out Jimmy is only straight cis guy and he get thrown out of the spaceship (Like Amongus, as Daisuke would say). happy ending, another peaceful day in the TulRANSpa. In this essay I will

[threepandas]

Bad End: Heroic Collection

New Haven wasn't a major metropolis. Some big city like Delhi or Tokyo, Jakarta and the like. It was big for the area. A major hub for commerce and crime on a local scale. But Nationally? INTERNATIONALLY? Not even close. No matter WHAT the great ambitions that haunted the Mayor, late at night, may tell you.

So, really, there was NO fucking reason for any A Listers to be here.

NONE.

Our biggest exports were fancy fucking jams and that one fashion line I couldn't pronounce. We had honest to God Jam festivals in the fall. It was a circuit, Mayor gave out awards. There were pies. Firestrike always ate himself sick. Agent always laughed at him. I... Fuck, my head was ringing. I'd hit that last building HARD. Was pretty sure I tasted blood. Not... not sure if that was because I busted something in my mouth or...

Over my comms, I could hear my teammates fighting. Trying to hail the Alliance. If we could... could just hold on...

Long enough for the major players to GET here?

Then what? I had to wonder. Staring at a burning bus in front of me. It was half way lodged through Mrs. Brahimi's shop. Please, God, let her and the workers have got out all right. I'd been there just this morning. She made me those stuffed flatbread things. Said I was still too skinny. Should rest more.

I use the twist remains of a book return to lever myself to my feet. Book..? Oh. I'm by the library. Which..? Fuck. Main one. That's city hall.

Smoke rises around the city I've lived in all my life. Fires everywhere. I'm supposed... supposed to be a hero. But I can barely stand. Feel sick as the world sways. My body is one big bruise. Gotta... gotta keep fighting. Helping. Save people.

In the distance, I can hear screams.

I'm coming. I promise. I'm coming!

I make my screaming body move. Stumble. Catch myself. Then keep going. The hiss and spit in my ear tells me that my communicator is probably half broken. I don't try it, in case that breaks it the rest of the way. Wrench doors from half crushed cars to free trapped civilians. Lever wreckage, hold it with trembling limbs, so people can crawl to safety. Run. Please, god, RUN!

We aren't strong enough.

He's here, The Collective.

A hivemind super threat. Alien supposedly. So far above my team's pay grade we know basically nothing. The kind of thing we were expected to never realistically see. We're nobody's. Fuck it, we're HAPPY being nobody's. It meant we got to go home each night. Didn't face The Horrors. Like him.

He CONSUMES.

Hungry. Trying to fill some void that's never going to fill. Supposedly a planet eater. Gutting worlds for resources, materials, to continue his own expansion. Now fixated on Earth for it's continued refusal to die. For its defiance. Some A+ sort of monster, to our high C rank. At best.

Fuck... we dealt with HUMANS. Fought gimmicks and tech. Little fish in our little pond. Now this tsunami was bringing the ocean to US and it was all we could do, to swim and survive.

I leaned against a half smashed car. Braced myself against it, more then anything, then started pulling pot shots. I... I was gonna black out soon. With a concussion like this? Probably wasn't gonna be waking up. Especially if those THINGS found me before a friendly did.

All across the city I called home, The Collective had Drones tearing the place apart.

They'd almost be pretty. Tall, elegant, androgynous lookin, supermodel twinks in battle armor. Drones apparently covered their lower face. I'd know the "commander" by their uncovered face and "use of adornments". Useful! Except they could fucking SWITCH on command, so you have to take out ALL of them.

Because they weren't a collection of different soldiers.

THEY weren't a THEY. That? Was a fucking HE. Singular.

You don't consider each of your individual cell as people. Each follicle of hair. Why would HE? God damn it. It was like fighting a giant. Against Gods. They just kept coming. And my ammo? Was not endless.

Worse. The drones had stopped looking. I don't know WHAT they had been searching for. But now? They started to converge on me. On city hall. Fuck. I... I couldn't even really stand anymore. My vision was blurring. I knew for a FACT my shots were shit. But dense as they were crowding? It seemed enough. Kept them back.

Three cartridges left.

Two.

Only one more...

The Alliance was coming. Half my team had gone silent. I could hear tears in the voice of Tech, back in the office. They had our life signs. Built into our armor. I could only imagine what mine looked like. Prayed, like I hadn't since I was a kid, that the others were just unconscious. Safe somewhere.

Someplace this nightmare couldn't reach them.

I doubted I was that lucky.

Tech was begging me to hold on. Giving me ETAs. And... And I was out of bullets. The block half full of Drones. I had escrima sticks. A fucking tazer. It would have to do. Sticks came out, as I swayed to my feet. No longer letting the car behind me hold my weight. What's a little... let's say, hundred or so, on one? Eh?

Bring your friends. Let's make it a fair fight.

I'll go easy on you.

Bravado until the end. Remember, never know who's watching. You are a symbol. Before you are a man, you are their HERO. Don't you DARE let them down. Even if you die. Especially when you die. B.. Bravado until the end. Plaste on a smirk and say a one-liner, we got hope to shoulder.

I took down about three Drones... I think... before the rest swarm me.

Feel hands pinning my arms. My torso. Everything. A weak point between the panels is ripped open. High grade military fabrics doing jack shit against their impossible strength. The distinct pinch tug of a needle in my skin. Cold spreading. The sudden exhaustion of a powerful sedative. I... am gone.

Time... is blurry.

Now and Then running together in my senses. My brain. The concussion doesn't help. Or... or didn't? It feels... gone? Gone-ing? Oh... look, sky. Clouds. Pretty. Wasn't I standing? I am standing. No... no being dragged. Chair? Not chair. Stairs? Carried. Pretty window..... where am I? Fuzzy. Bluzzy fuzzy purple beans~ he he he~ oh! Those are the... watch'ma call it! Gucci chairs! That rich lady had! Neat. Plurble.

Ouch! Why'd you pi...?

My mouth is dry as sand. But suddenly? I am hyper aware. The floating drift of my mind VIOLENTLY gone, replaced by alerted and focus. Drones surround me in a vaguely familiar hallway. Shit. I think it's that rich designer's place. My helmet is off, but my mask is still in place, thank god. The Drones stand far to close for my liking. Their many eyes, amused.

So glad to entertain, you Fuck.

I am frog marched down the hall. Damn near dragged. They were too smart to restrain me with my own cuffs, unfortunately. So my hands are bound behind my back with something tight I can't get a good feel off. Bastard secured it to my belt, too. Great.

The Collective's "Face" is surrounded by what must be every jewel in the city. Piled high in some vague sorting pattern I refuse to even try and comprehend. He's trying on rings. One on every finger, to see what matches his skin tone. Looks good. Already, he has a pearl stud and some earrings he's decided he likes. He looks up as I'm dragged in, and I realize immediately what one of "a few other differences" between him and the Drones are...

It's the EYES,

They GLOWED.

Metallic almost. Nearly neon. They reflected the light in a way the Drones simply did not. It made their face... horrificly predatory. Made for WATCHING, somehow. Unnerving and haughty. Beautiful still, but uncomfortable to be near.

Sitting up on a table that basicly swallows the room, dead center like a show piece on display, with one long leg tossed over the other and no fucking shirt on? The Face looks almost carefully, artfully, staged. To maximize some "haughty yet coy, alien prince who maybe wants to fuck you" shtick.

Does... Does he not realize I'm NOT one of the usual opponents? I mean. Flattered at the "join me! The Darkside has sex and cookies!" set up. Always fun. Classic, really. But, like? I would be... at BEST... a solidly MID goon.

Also "NO".

Gonna preemptively throw that out there. Maybe some expletives for flavor. Suggest someplace sunless to shove it. SOLID "No". Good try, though.

Around me, the Drones are shaking with silent laughter. Staring down at me, their pale eyes dancing with amusement. It's creepy as hell. Unnerving to be the center of attention like this. For this many eyes, utterly in synch, to surround and watch my every twitch. Act fascinated and amused, like I'm some little animal performing tricks.

The Face hasn't dropped his Seduction to the Darkside routine. If anything, he seems delighted by the defiance. Which... yeah, that tracks. It's why he's harrasing out planet to begin with. That one's definitely on me. So, better question? Not that I'm not glad and all? Why the FUCK am I not dead.

"And lose my HERO? Perish the thought~" drawles The Collective, the posture light and lazy, even as something dangerous threaded itself through their tone. It sounded... possessive. But that couldn't be right. "I would NEVER do such a thing! In fact, we are going to have to be far more careful with that little processor of yours. Far too fragile. Just the one, too. Horrifying, really."

Thanks. Just what every guy loves to really make 'im feels special. Insults.

Fucker.

More laughter from all around me. I grit my teeth. Come oooon, Alliance. Where the hell ARE you guys!? Could REALLY use a rescue! The hands holding me still are drifting. Fucking handsy. Damn near stroking even as they hold me immobile. They're looking for the clasps and buckles on my armor. Have already found the obvious ones. Fingers oh so casually drifting over, to grip, flex, and tear them apart.

I do NOT like how loose my armor is starting to feel. Barely able to hold on. Protect me. Limited as that protection may be. I think I'm developing a horrifying empathy for clams. Crustaceans in general. Anything that gets slowly pried from the safety of it's shell, too certain doom.

The Face casually tosses the rings he was playing with aside. Tens of thousands of dollars bouncing off to God only knows where. He slides from the table to stand. Shit. He's huge.

The androgynous twink supermodel thing he has going on? Fucking LIES. Twists your perception of how, EXACTLY, strong the Face body IS. He clears seven feet easily, is muscled in that distinctly "never see me coming until it's too late" sort of way all the ninja types are.

The tattoos. It's the FUCKING tattoos! They give the illusion that he's slimmer then he actually is.

It HIDES MUSCLE MASS.

I can't tell if that's vanity or strategy and I hate it. Glare as he sashays towards me. Hips rolling in that elegant catwalk strut. I'm forced to my knees. Because of course I am. How ELSE will the bastard loom and gloat? Though really, weak as I currently feel, it's more that the Drones holding me up? Stop doing that. My knees more or less just give up on their own.

"Like what you see? You're staring so intently~" He mocks. If he were being genuine, I'd call it teasing. Flirtatious. But I know better. "It IS a pretty body, isn't it? I worked hard on it, you know. All sort of fun little details~ Might honestly be one of my favorites. If you're good for me, I'll let you explore it~"

THERE it is.

Darkside. Sex and cookies. Sign up today. Fuck you and not in the fun way. Keep your hands to yourself, Collective. You're not convincing me. You could tell me the sky was blue, and I'd make three presentations with a PowerPoint, on why you were a liar. No, still No, and a hefty fuck off No for spice.

Three steps away. Two steps. One.

A man that tall and dangerous? Frankly did NOT need heels. Figures he'd wear them anyway. Sharp enough to kill a man. Right infront of my folded knees. I refuse to look up. No more fucking games. Did have to wonder, though, if those pants... if they even WERE pants? Were painted on or not. Very tight. Looked vaguely metal yet leather.

Shit.

Fingers, splayed wide as they run themselves through my sweaty and probably bloodstained hair. Couldn't have been nice to touch. Wrong angle and just a touch too big to be a Drone. Light as a lover, sweet almost, soothing. Before it inevitably tightens, gripping the strands. Honestly not as hard as I expected, didn't even hurt.

Still, my head is forced back.

Back and back and back, forced to arch my spine, hang awkwardly at some forty-five degree angle. My thighs and abs already screaming. A Drone grabs the back of my armor and, with an almost casual yank, my chest plate is violently snapped free. Both tossed to the floor away from us.

"There we are~" the Face hums down at me, eyes nearly hypnotic in how the light moved from within, grin full of sharp and deadly teeth. "No more of that ugly thing in the way. I much prefer this~"

"Tell me, Little Hero, do you remember? Becoming mine."

No, I certainly do fucking not. What the HELL is he-!? From behind the Face a Drone steps. Dressed differently to the others. Casual clothes. Like... actual street clothes. If they weren't GREEN I never would been able too-...

In horror, I watch as the pigment of the Drones skin melts away to a middling average. So utterly nondescript a blend of ethnicities that it's genuinely hard to place, but won't stand out no matter where he goes in the city.

I... I had seen that face.

SAVED that man.

Thought he was CUTE! T..Thought WE were having some sort of MEET CUTE! Oh God. That was at the festival. I was out of costume. Saved him from getting crushed. Then my teammates handled everything before I could slip away. So I just... stayed. Showed the cute tourist the festivities.

We ate FANCY JAMS, YOU FUCK!

I pined our that cute tourist for WEEKS. Was UNBEARABLE. Tech threatened to shove me off a roof! Oh my god.

Laughter.

Dozens of mouths, laughing in perfect sync. The noise layered and bouncing strangely around the room. Deeper then it should be, higher as it swings. Like a radio or voice modulator that someone is messing with. A momentary loss of control. My anger fizzles out to fear. Oh... oh yeah...

I forgot I was fucked.

At.. at least I know why?

A step forward. Past too close and now basically in my lap. A foot on either side of my knees. I try not to think exactly where my face would be pressed if I wasn't dragged back, to hang near painfully arched, so he could lean down and I could be forced to make eye contact. That way lay madness.

He moved his other hand to my face, cupping it. Dragging his thumb possessively across my mouth. He hummed, pleased.

He pressed closer, sliding down my front to his knees, straddling my lap. REALLY hoped that WAS, in fact, a weapon in your pocket there, buddy. Because I am not liking the handsy direction this is going, nor have I come to terms with my meet cute being a monstrous planet killing warlord. Not feeling sexy, my guy.

....okay, a LITTLE sexy, but that is hormones and we ignore those.

Fuuuuuck, wandering haaaaands! Now would be a GOOD TIME for door kicking rescues! I do NOT want to learn anything new about myself today! I want to go HOME. Sleep forever, maybe! Have a burrito the size of my head! Oh god. Think unsexy thoughts. Math. Sad puppies! Sad puppies doing MATH!

The Collective had dragged me upright. Pressed my face right up against their Face's bare skin. All I could smell was expensive cologne and man. Warm skin. Oh god, I am so gay. This is hell and I am very, VERY gay. If evil, why sexy hot hot hot? Hormones are making very convincing arguments. Horny brain says let's make terrible life choices.

No! Nooooo. Stop it, Me! We are fucking better then this! God damn it, you trainwreck, you are a ROLE MODEL! Act like one! (But horny...) (NO!!!)

God I was never going to mock the fuckers who hesitates at the "sex n cookies" speech again. Persuasive mother FUCKER!

"Aah~" he sighed contentedly, far too close to a moan for my sanity's liking. Hands having finally found the hidden zippers of my undersuit. Slowly dragging it open. "You are FAR too cute~♡"

"I can't wait to get you off this worthless little rock. Back to ME. I'll have so many WAYS to take care of you~ Backups and rudimentary supports we can set up, at least until I get you something proper."

Horrifying. Deeply Horrifying. REALLY never wanted to know what terrified and horny felt like, but here we are. Distantly, I hear thunder. There's no clouds. A flash of red through the skies. Green followed by metallic purple. Oh thank fuck. Keep his attention. Just... just keep his attention.

"We'll use me as a base. Keep you in stasis. Away from all these ugly, dangerous things~! Just you and me. Perfect. BETTER. Infinite and beautiful. I'll make all sort of bodies just for you to play with. Even let you keep this one! If you want. It'll be a precious memory for us, of where you began. How we met."

A mouth on mine. I can't breathe. Can't escape the arms wrapped around me. My protests do little more then waste oxygen. I feel light headed. Come one, team Alliance! He's here! HE'S HERE!!!

"You're going to be MINE, little Hero. I finally figured it out. What I was missing. It was YOU~♡! My beloved, delicate, little thing~. I'm going to take SUCH good care of you."

"Forever~"

[vibratingskull]

Alright, we all got taste in body type , I myself am a twink certified slut™, but if you start bodyshaming the king himself we're gonna have a fucking problem!

because this man right here ?

this man

He's fine!

okay?

Calm the fuck down

It's a 60 years old playing at LEAST a 70 years old. People tends to get old when time pass, that's an inconvenience but that is a fact.

Outside of being a pretty shitty thing to do to anyone, he was not going to start hitting the gym to get abs for star wars, lets be real.

We all know Thrawn value a healthy physical shape, but ✨surprise✨ people can workout and still get some weight, especially when they get old.

So sit back and relax, you're blood pressure is rising.

TLDR: I stand with soft tummy!Thrawn nation and will shoot on sight the first one to be disrepectful to Lars

[gaybd1]

Avatarverse Hottest Man Tournament!

Grand Final!

alright lets get this over with...

Propaganda Below

Hakoda is seeded first in the tournament, having earned nearly 75% of all votes in his round 1 pool, defeating Fire Lord Ozai, Adult Aang, and Lieutenant Jee, and eliminating Master Yu, Admiral Zhao, Shady Shin, and Chit Sang from the competition.

In round 2, he defeated Amon’s Lieutenant with more than 88% of the votes.

In round 3 he crushed Uncle Iroh with more than 75% of the votes.

In the quarterfinals, he kept his momentum going to crush fellow DILF Tonraq with STILL more than 65% of the votes.

In the semifinals he STILL beat Firebending Heartthrob Mako with nearly 60% of the votes.

We have... ONE propaganda for Hakoda!

But tbh he doesn't need much more. We know what he looks like and what he’s working with. We know he’s an amazing warrior and a sweet dad. We’ve seen his leadership skills and have already crowned him one of the fandom’s top DILFs so… his competitors may have a lot to live up to…

#hakoda sweep

#daddy sweep

#hakoda squad is winning w this one

#DILF SWEEP

#hakoda sweep as god intended

#wanna lick his face#and that's just the beginning

#no fucking contest#none at all

#HAKODA KILL HIM

#hakoda doesn't NEED my vote but he always has it regardless#sokka's dad has got me down bad

#when i saw him in br pt 2 my mind went 😍

#chief dilf#the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf

#hakoda all the way

#hakoda 1000%

#go hakoda

#Hakoda to me

#okay now it’s tits out for hakoda

#DILF don't fail us now

#hakoda. easy. hes a dilf

#KILL THAT TWINK HAKODA

#no. i will not let some weird eyebrow boy kick the lasy dilf on this tournament#hakodasweep

#HAKODA TRUTHERS RISE UP

#HAKODA#KILL THE LITTLE BOY#DILF NATION RISE

#old man sweep.........#jk hes not really thay old

Zuko came in second place in his round one pool, up against some very stiff competition, earning the 10th overall seed in the tournament. He beat out Uncle Iroh, both Bataars, Zaheer, The Boulder, and the Pirate Captain.

He defeated Monk Gyatso in the second round, earning over 83% of the votes!

In the third round he beat Bumi II with over 85% of the votes.

In the quarterfinals he managed to beat DILF King Piandao himself!

Finally, in the semifinals, for some GODDAMN reason he beat Iroh II by a sizeable margin.

There are only three pieces of official art of Adult Zuko, unless you want to count Old Man LoK Zuko which you are more than welcome to.

#my sweet boi zuko!

#zuko every day of the week

#look at his hair#and the way he carries himself 😍

#GETTIM ZUKO!!!@

#zuko and im not sorry

[saintsenara]

Cedric Diggory/Ron Weasley, Fleur Delacour/Ron Weasley, or Ron Weasley/Viktor Krum if you haven’t done these!

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

cedric diggory/ron weasley

which @shivstar has also noted the deranged potential of:

and the reason you're all keen is because it's... canon.

after all, ron tells us in goblet of fire that cedric's powers of sexiness [enough that he's the only person in the series to get an "extremely handsome" out of ol' mr potter - which even tom riddle at the height of his twink era doesn't manage] caused him to temporarily lose his mind:

"I don't know what made me do it!" Ron gasped again. "What was I playing at? There were people - all around - I've gone mad - everyone watching! I was just walking past her in the entrance hall - she was standing there talking to Diggory - and it sort of came over me - and I asked her!"

ron may think that what happened here was that he fell under fleur's blonde bombshell spell, but - since goblet of fire is the book in which he really gets to grip with his unexamined bisexuality - we all know the truth...

fleur delacour/ron weasley

which isn't to say that i don't also back this.

a hill i will die on is that ron - who canonically looks like bill, has a daring streak a mile wide, and has a real soft spot for women with no social skills - would have managed to pull fleur if he just had a morsel more rizz. his issue in goblet of fire isn't that he's the sort of mid-tier hunk that fleur only perceives as a blur in her peripheral vision, it's that he has absolutely no sauce to speak of.

but give him a copy of twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches three years earlier... he'd have left roger davies in the dust.

viktor krum/ron weasley

"Yeah, that's right, smarm up to him, Malfoy," said Ron scathingly. "I bet Krum can see right through him, though... bet he gets people fawning over him all the time... Where d'you reckon they're going to sleep? We could offer him a space in our dormitory, Harry... I wouldn't mind giving him my bed."

presented without comment.

[i hadn't realised this was yet more fuel for the dron agenda as well... kronco nation, rise up...]

[littlemisstfc]

What Transformers Earthspark Teaches About Abuse:

TW: I will be discussing the topic of abuse, specifically how abuse is treated in Transformers media. If you’re sensitive to this topic, I highly encourage you to skip out on this post. Take care of yourself and stay safe. 

National Domestic Abuse Hotline: 800-799-7233

National Hotlines: https://victimconnect.org/resources/national-hotlines/

Hello, Hola, こんにちは。

Welcome back to this side of the Hundred Acre Woods, and we’re back back back again with another Transformers writing. I was just randomly hanging out in my college’s LGBTQ+ space, eating my Hot Cheetos and enjoying the H2O in my Hello Kitty hydro, when I began to have thoughts about Earthspark again. If you know me by now, you know that I adore Transformers Earthspark. Easy 9/10, among the top five best Transformers shows if all well goes according to plan. Like Cyberverse, it aims to subvert the Transformers formula through putting a fresh new coat of paint onto various Transformers tropes as well as bringing new and interesting characters and concepts to the table. When it comes to the former aspect of Earthspark, there is one trope that is not only brilliantly deconstructed, but is also treated with the respect and grace it should have from the beginning. As to what this trope is, let’s start with everyone’s favorite evil twink girlfailure: Starscream.

So…

The 21st century has not been kind to our skrunkly king. Sure, from the beginning, he is designed to be the ultimate girlfailure of Transformers. He’s cunning and sneaky, but his plans go easily astray because of his arrogance and ego getting in the way. It also doesn’t help that he’s often Megatron’s favorite punching bag whenever his plans to overthrow him go wrong. It’s a pure hate filled relationship that is dark comedy galore…if you approach it with the right angle. Part of the reason why TFA Starscream’s hate relationship with Megatron works is that Starscream doesn’t take Megatron’s crap at all. He will fight back, and it feels right whenever he has the upper hand over ol buckethead. Sure, their relationship is quite odd when you think about it. However, their dynamic is compelling as well as being like I said, dark comedy galore.

Then, Transformers Prime came in and proceeded to make it all so horribly wrong. Like I mentioned in my TFP essay, TFP Starscream deserves so much fucking better. Megatron’s treatment of him is just downright despicable. True, Screamer ain’t no saint and he only has himself to blame for his flaws and behavior. But…I’m sorry, the way Megatron speaks to him and how he gets so physically aggressive towards him is neither funny nor justified. It’s uncomfortable to see him reduce Starscream to a whimpering and fearful mess whenever the latter fucks up royally. Is this really what the showrunners think is good for the audience at home? Even if you see nothing wrong with it, you cannot deny how depressing it feels whenever Starscream and Megatron are on screen together. By having Screamer be the countless target of abuse throughout the show, it only made me want to help him leave the Decepticons for good.

It also doesn’t help that in RID 2015, Starscream’s vendetta against Megatron is portrayed in a negative light. Nah, fuck this shit. HE DOESN’T OWE FUCKING SHIT TO MEGATRON. He has every right to feel angry and hurt at how Megatron treated him throughout Transformers Prime. Hell, this is why I hate Megatron’s redemption arc in Predacons Rising so fucking much. He was never held accountable for how he treated his second in command, and for that, I only wish the uttermost hell for him. Fuck TFP Megatron. Fucking shark douchebag. 

Same for Transformers Cyberverse. Like I love you, queen, but how Starscream is treated in that show ain’t it. I’ve talked about this aspect in depth in my Cyberverse retrospective video, so feel free to check that out here. 

In a nutshell, there’s an uncomfortable trend of Transformers shows that straight up treats Megatron’s treatment of Starscream with only a slap on the wrist. Like, how does any normal person find any of this acceptable? Just…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

However…then, something miraculous happened in Earthspark. Something that manages to deconstruct this trope on its head by straight up telling the audience: “Nah, we’re not gonna do that treating Megatron abusing Starscream as a joke bullshit. We’re gonna be 100% honest with y’all.”

For context, Transformers Earthspark takes place after the Great War is over. Megatron became a good guy again and Transformers on Earth is a part of everyday life. However, for the Decepticons, many feel very salty about Megatron turning good and becoming mischievous gremlins. This resulted in G.H.O.S.T. imprisoning them in cells, including Starscream. Eventually, in the episode, “What Dwells Within,” Starscream and the Seeker lesbians broke out of prison and went on the run in some catacombs. The Malto kids also got trapped in here, and they had to teamup to escape the caves and a vore monster. When Starscream is being Starscream while trying to escape the vore monster, Twitch and Thrash bring up his flaws and believe that he should go back to Megatron, since they spend time with old buckethead and see him as the changed man we see here. However…then this bombshell drops:

Twitch: “Yeah, you should go back to following Megatron. He wouldn't leave anyone behind like that!" Starscream: “Oh, naïve child. Is locking Decepticons in prison while he walks free not "leaving us behind"? You don't know the real Megatron, the ruthless tyrant who ruled over us with fear and intimidation."

Me:

While the others were distracted by the monster’s growls, we see Hashtag’s expression. Just, the way her entire perspective has changed when Starscream brought up the man Megatron used to be. Mmmmm, LAYERS. A few more monster shenanigans happen and the two of them get stuck together in the control hub. Up to this point, we see how much Megatron’s treatment of him has affected Starscream deeply. Even after being technically free of him…he still remembers that awful time in his life. It also doesn’t help that he is The Starscream, the skrunkly backstabbing mean girl whose entire life goal is to be the leader of the Decepticons. He was never taken seriously and the universe determines that he will not succeed. I highly recommend Comodin Cam’s video on the topic about this if you wanna get into the details. Bottom line is that Starscream doesn’t have the best luck in being himself.

Back to the control hub, it seems like there was gonna be a discussion of Starscream being Starscream. However, to Starscream’s surprise, Hashtag believes him. When she called him out for trying to save his own skin while everyone else is gonna die because of the vore monster, she asks him this question:

“When bad things happen, it isn’t always our fault.”

Since July, I’ve struggled to convey my thoughts about this moment in the episode, especially as someone who has been in Starscream’s place at one point in my life. In Hashtag believing him and being ready to listen to him had the monster not acted a fool, Starscream’s pain and trauma has been validated. For the first in his life, he’s not treated as a joke. Someone realized that he was a victim of abuse and recognizes his feelings, not talking down to him nor trying to argue against it. Hashtag is a young child, but even she recognizes that what Megatron did to Starscream is not okay at all. This resulted in her gaining his trust and loyalty and she even told off Megatron when the latter and Starscream were ready to duke it out. Eventually, the day is saved and both Screamer and the Seeker girlies venture off into the unknown. But before that, he rejected Megatron’s offer of safety and yeah…after a long time of being Megatron’s chew toy, he doesn’t owe shit to Megatron. He has every right to not trust him again, and even though we saw Megatron changing for the better in Earthspark, he has indeed hurt a lot of people. 

Honestly, the bond Hashtag formed with Starscream and how the episode treated Starscream’s trauma with the grace and respect it deserves is a great lesson for kids to learn when it comes to helping out a friend who is in Starscream’s shoes. Hell, it could even teach kids to recognize the signs of abuse in their own homes and seek out the help they need. That’s what I love about Transformers shows like Earthspark: it recognizes that the audience is smart enough to pick up on the clues and details as well as entertaining them.

Transformers Earthspark aims to fix what shows like Transformers Prime has started, and it’s only fitting to have Steve Blum as Starscream here, as if its own way of saying, “We know, folks. Starscream deserves better.”

Conclusion: It's never the victim's fault.

If anything, Earthspark manages to excel in ways that many Transformers shows wishes they can do, especially those in the 2010s. It treats Starscream’s trauma from being The Starscream with the gravity and care it needs, and I appreciate it all the more as time goes on. I highly recommend that y’all watch this show. It has a complex story, likable and enduring characters, great animation, and it breathes new life in Transformers. Most importantly of all, it gave Starscream the justice he deserves, and I hope it stays that way with this incredible show.

[glampiirez]

AXL NATION RISE UP, HE DESTROYED THAT TWINK!

Okay but I love the big freakshow bf x sassy twink bf dynamic with these two and I'm enjoying every second. Happy pride, ya'll,

[sethdomain]

rise and shine chaggie nation today we have to do our daily prayer that the show would not fuck Charlie and Vagina writing

Things I hope to see in future episode and writing

silly and whimsical episode. People would call them 'filler' BUT I DONT. Those term only can be applied to anime because most anime filler episode is just that... they have no value and just serve as what they are called. BUT cartoon 'filler' episode is not just filler they make the character adventure and world feel more alive, example: fucking steven universe 'filler' episode. LIKE LISTEN FUCK YOU SU FAN WHO HATES THE WHIMSICAL AND JOY OF SU FILLER EPISODE THEY ARE AWESOME AND FUN, without those filler episode that su had the show i think wouldn't feel more alive and adventorous as i felt about it today they do so well on fleshing out the beach city people and the world around it like mghhh omg. SO LIKE IN SHORT PLEASEE ADD FILLER EPISODE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IDK MAYBE IT COULD BE ABOUT CHARLIE AND VAGINA WORKING AT MCDONALD BECAUSE THE HOTEL NEED MONEY TTHEN THEY HAVE TO FIGHT MCDONALD CEO PLEASE PLEASE

can we please get more charlie and vagina episode wow

PLEASEEEEEE DONT FUCKING PUT SO MUCH BIG REVEAL LEVEL INFO IN SEASON FUCKING ONE😢😢😢😢 DO NOT DO IT I HOPE THEY DONT I HOPE THEY USE SEASON 1 JUST FOR FLESHING OUT THE CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP AND WORLDNUILFING PLEASE PLEASE

ermmmm can we get less twink erm im twinkphobic im sorry

i just want more vagina and charlie bro jst do that annd im alright

erm dont fuck up their writing and please dont make them feel like a side character or i will hang m

can you tell im not normal

wow yuri

i need yuri

[ibscatboy]

who even plays idv anymore, hop on dbd twinks

[silenthillmutual]

For the character ask thing, I would like to submit Everyone's Favourite And Definitely No One's Least Favourite Science Boy, Daniil Dankovsky

grinning and winning with this one!!!!

First impression I'll be honest, I know a lot of people's first reaction to Daniil is that he's kind of an asshole, but personally I thought he was kind of funny. Melodramatic little man - the way he's like "well my WHOLE LIFE IS OVER" when he finds out Simon's dead had me just shaking my head. I knew there was something so wrong with him then. And that hasn't changed!

Impression now It hasn't changed a lot, to be quite honest. I still think Daniil is funny and I still think there's something so wrong with him. I just get out the whole DSMV to diagnose him. Top characters of all time if I'm being honest.

Favorite moment There are so many of them but I love his interactions with kids the best. It's clear that he cares about them, but isn't the best at communicating with them. I'm especially fond of the interaction with I think it's a teensy where she's telling him about how Clara killed someone just by putting her hands on them and Daniil's reply is "Attagirl!" I love him. He's so funny.

Idea for a story You might think to yourself, "Harker has more than enough Daniil Dankovsky fics," and this is where you'd be wrong. I'm currently writing something for a buddy, and I do write for both commission and request, so I have a neverending supply of ideas. One I'd like to recuscitate whenever I re-emerge from other fandoms is Daniil properly adopting Shrew. It might not be long, but I want them to have an actual conversation about it post-Marble Nest.

Unpopular opinion Where do I even begin? For one, he's not a twink. For another, no I do not think he'd get along well with Victor Frankenstein or have any respect for him - just consider how highly Daniil holds his own sense of responsbility, how much value he places on his education. I'm also not really a believer in the idea that Daniil is a partyboy, he's far too high-strung and acerbic. I could go on, but then we'd be here all day. Suffice to say I'm really, really picky about what I will and won't read in terms of fic for Daniil lol.

Favorite relationship I actually live for his friendship with Sticky!! I love it when people write or draw Sticky trying to emulate him, or a mixture of him and Artemy. It's so much fun.

Favorite headcanon Transkovsky nation rise up!

[robloxconfessions2]

i want to chew on boxten affectionately. i dont care that hes not as good as other toons gameplay wise i just love that music box twink. hes such a guy. a blorbo even. boxten nation rise

if he was food what would it be like, i’m thinking gingerbread box with extra icing filled with music note candies

[kurakurakura99]

MY MAN SEBULBA IS UNJUSTIFIABLY IN A POSITION THAT HE'D RATHER NOT BE IN, OH YEAH, AND I'M GONNA SAY IT, I'M GONNA SAY IT OUT LOUD FOR YA, AND IM GOING TO POINT TO THE ADMIN OF THE STAR WARS BRACKET-YOUR CUTTING SEBULBA DOWN IN HIS MOMENT OF GLORY! BUT YOUVE SEEN FOR YOURSELF HOW THE CREAM RISES TO THE TOP, SEBULBAS THRASHING MAUL IN THE QUARTER FINALS 60 TO 30, BUT THAT MEANS NOTHING TO YOU. MY MAN SEBULBA CRUSHED THAT TWINK IN THE RING AND YOU CANT HANDLE YOUR PRECIOUS BABY FACE GETTING PUT IN THE DIRT. OH YEAH, SEBULBA NATION IS COMING. THE WORLD AINT SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS SINCE THE NWO, GENE, AND NOW NOT ONLY THE STAR WARS BRACKET MUST FALL, BUT THE PEOPLES VOICE MUST BE HEARD:SEBULBA FOR WORLD CHAMPION! NOBODY DOES IT BETTER, BABY.

[violetstar-arts]

@ all the the creators of tall skinny twink Wheatleys: I’m coming for them. I’m deleting them and replacing them with sad, wet, disgusting, pathetic little creatures. Emphasis on ‘little’. Prepare for the reckoning. Short King Nation rise up 👑

[conkreetmonkey]

I guess the local adventuring party had to do something with the contents of his keep after they took out the blood lich on Scullkap Hill, but unceremoniously dumping the Throne of The Tormentor on the curb of Goodwill feels especially disrespectful.

Like, you already killed the last Red Heir of Darkness by embedding all 7 God Gems into the hilt of the Godblade and piercing his heart with, then put his ashes into an urn made from all 350 shards of Angelglass to prevent him from rising again. You killed his pet hydra by cheesing the stun mechanic. You even made his skull into a legendary helmet with 100% protection from dark-type attacks, for crying out loud! The least those self-righteous fucks could have done was actually look for an heir instead of just donating the shit they didn't want to the local thrift shop. I actually think that's illegal. I could have sworn that crimson-haired vampire twink miniboss in the fire level called Red Heir Molthrenar "uncle," and he didn't die. In fact, if there were no other relatives, wouldn't that make HIM the Red Heir? Wait, then what was the shit about Molthrenar being the "last" Red Heir? Hold on, I need to Google some shit about the royal families of Lichmord. If I find out those asshole adventurers donated that dude's fucking inheritance to Goodwill, I will be alerting the authorities. Like, if I'm not mistaken, Lichmord is legally another nation despite being located in southern Ontario. This may well be an international crime. I'm coming for you rainbow-haired asshats, and in all likelihood so will Interpol.

i desperately wanted to get this chair but it was $1200. the tag says "yikes"