#what white nonsense is this?!?!?!?

[master-gatherer]

what the fuck is this article

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

ok this might be an L take or whatever but i really think a lot of the "you cant be friends with people you have disagreements with on fundamental issues" gang 1. are mostly interacting with others on the internet, and 2. imagining the scenario as like. meeting a nazi at a bar and going "oh hes an alright chap" and not the much more common scenario of finding out your best friend from high school is, like a libertarian who is maybe a little too fond of ayn rand or something. "oh where is this mystical cishet man who says slurs but is an ally" i hate to break it to you but thats like any white boy who grew up in a mildly racially diverse community. none of you are familiar with the special form of brainrot that emerges in white boys when they spend all day at school making friends with the black and brown kids but going home to white suburbia.

[sysig]

How far did you get? (Patreon)

[samijey]

Joe Hendry doesn't believe in fist bumps but he's happy to give you a nice hearty handshake (?) instead, what a guy!!

[tatiejosie]

Look i draw CecilDonald as cats. meow meow meow haha miaouu

That's it that's the post. Little meow meow headcanons + their inspo moodboard under cut

Cecil!!

bites (hard)

ugly ass cat who looks like he lost a fight with a woodchipper

foul beast. growls a lot. probably had rabies.

fur is clumpy, has the texture of crimpled paper. he doesn't allow brushing so it stays that way.

claws are out at all times

food thief

Donald!!

Just a lil guy

Aloof. Anxious, even. Absolutely terrorized, if you wish

Doesn't allow petting. Just awkwardly wiggles out of the way.

If you look miserable enough he will loaf next to you and purr gently

Very patient. If he swats at you he will look very guilty about it. Please don't make him do this.

[robbyykeene]

So let me get this straight. Johnny can verbally berate and bully his students, throw them in a cement mixer, hogtie them to a punching bag to punish them for successfully landing a hit on him, set a pack of rabid dogs on them, and hurl glass beer bottles at them all in the name of “training,” and we’re supposed to laugh and clap and cheer. But then I’m supposed to think the hot new sensei from China is the epitome of evil because he cuffed one of his students with a foam pad?

[taishogoto]

goddd the global 5th anni event designs suck so bad. what do you mean that's a historian and a desert bandit. i'll kill us all

[quatregats]

Also sorry I'm thinking about all the linguistic details that POB managed to cram into this book. Specifically the way the coffee house is called Joselito's (Spanish diminuitive for José 'Joseph') but Stephen, when speaking in Catalan, refers to the waiter as "Jep" (Catalan diminuitive for Josep 'Joseph'), and also that he uses "the Catalan of the island" which I'm not sure if POB uses that phrase intentionally but I'm guessing he does - Stephen is not from the Balearic Islands, and would certainly not speak Balearic Catalan as his native dialect, so while in English the line seems to convey that he's at home (he's speaking his native language - and this is true), the fact that even in his native language he's still chameleoning into another dialect feels very interesting, IDK

[raayllum]

i cannot believe i'm still seeing the same "tdp encourages colonialist mindsets" bullshit after a season where Ezran (one of the core good guys) is explicitly like "Ripping apart families by exiling humans and reaffirming borders is wrong," that the initial exiling of humanity was ALWAYS wrong (it literally Broke the continent in two and has to be slowly repaired over the course of every season, the symbolism could not be more overt) and no one in text has EVER indicated otherwise except Karim (a villain!! who's wrong about everything!!), that made it clear that humans not having magic was a Conscious Choice that Unjust Beings made that has been in the process of being rightfully dismantled since season 2.

AND the fact that TDP does talk about colonialism, just through a centring of non-North American/white based history. like i WONDER what could be going on in the world RIGHT NOW about critiquing a viewpoint (that the villains hold at their worst!!) of "well this was our ancestral homeland and we got Banished from it so taking it 'back' by Any Means Necessary (cue magic system where you treat the people still living there as literal parts) is Okay actually bc we're Oppressed (and can't organ harvest without consent whenever we want)" like. What

[the-one-and-only-taffie]

Ok ok ok okokokokok

Hear me out y'all

May I present

Sentinel Prime (TF One) and White Diamond as a crackship!

Please tell me any of y'all see the vision too...

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[alicefromwhichplanet]

Spoilers for Heroic Nonsense Chapter 21

* I’m in a productive mood during traveling 🧳

One morning, Optimus wakes up quite early. He goes out of his room and finds in surprise that the ship is above the water, and waves of fresh air is flooding into the cabin. He moves swiftly across the hallways and finds the exit he always used. The slide door is unlocked. He climbs up the stairs and opens it, greeted by the first ray of sunlight and fresh, moist morning air.

Before he could lean on the handrails and enjoy the beautiful morning on the lake, he is startled by a loud noise of flight engine. Optimus freaks out. He almost stumbles over an exposed pipe.

If Megatron finds him wandering around before everyone else is up… it might be hard for him to explain. He quickly hides himself behind a chimney. Just then, he hears the jet lands in front of his hiding place.

It’s only Blitzwing. Optimus relaxes. The triple changer doesn’t seem to have any company. He might have just come back from an errand to the land. He looks quite sneaky though, even a bit panic. Optimus could sense the nervousness in his magnetic field from the short distance. He’s holding a small datapad in his hand— a book? It doesn’t look like one of the humans’ books.

Blitzwing is panting for breath. He looks around fearfully, hands fiddles clumsily as he tries to put the small datapad into a pocket compartment around his waist. Just then, a black shadow leaps down from the chimney and lands right before Blitzwing. The big decepticon backs off and screams. Even Optimus gasps.

“Hello, three-face. Missed me yet?” The familiar idle, greasy voice. Blackarachnia is back in town. Optimus instinctively flinches. Blitzwing doesn’t flinch, but Optimus sees him tensing up, tightening his hold on the data pad.

Blackarachnia smirks with contempt. “What are you flinching from, three-face? Ashamed to see me? Did you pee your bed last night?” She steps forward. Blitzwing’s mouth corner twists in disgust, but he somehow convinced himself to stay rooted there. He only stuffs his data pad further behind himself. But of course, such small gestures won’t escape Blackarachnia’s optics. With her ommateum rolling their way, Optimus knows Blitzwing is in danger. Yet he doesn’t have the courage to get out of his hiding place and remind him. He could only watch what is about to happen.

Blackarachnia makes a threatening hiss, and one of her tentacles stabs towards Blitzwing’s shoulder. Blitzwing gasps and turns to avoid, exposing his hand holding that precious datapad. Blackarachnia acts quickly, giving a hard punch to Blitzwing’s elbow, making him yell in anger and pain. In just two seconds, the data pad falls into Blackarachnia’s sharp-nailed hand.

“What is this? Three-face? Your secret love letter to Lugnut’s big ugly wife?” Blackarachnia sneers with a sharp laugh, lightening the screen as she quickly dodges Blitzwing’s desperate hand. The triple changer looks totally pissed. His face swings to the purple angry one as he shrieks: “Give it back to me! You malformed organic pest!”

Blackarachnia grimaces at the curse. She shoots out a spider’s thread towards the chimney and climbs up with only one hand. She takes the data pad in her other hand and browses it swiftly with her digits. Optimus feels his spark leaping into his throat. Blackarachnia is just a few inches from him. He will be discovered sooner or later if she climbs to his side of the chimney. Optimus looks desperately around. There is another chimney across from him, but the distance between momentarily stops him. He’s afraid that his movements would catch Blackarachnia’s attention again.

Under the chimney, Blitzwing roars like an angry child. A scorching fire pillar shoots from his shoulder cannon. The aim is just inches away from Blackarachnia. She has to jump down to avoid being burned. She holds Blitzwing’s data pad high above her head.

“Be careful where you aim, maniac.” She says coldly. “Make one more move and your precious little book will turn to ashes. Now, let me have a look…”

She ruffles up her poisonous tentacles, holding the data pad under her nose and begins to read it through. Blitzwing’s angry expression turns into a mixture of frustration and desperation. He looks like he’s going to cry in any minute. Blackarachnia’s optic ridges rise in interest as she stares at the corner of the data pad.

“Who’s B.B.? Your boyfriend?”

“None of your fragging business!” Blitzwing screams. Another wave of nasty curses spurts out of his mouth. Blackarachnia sneers. She takes the data pad and walks towards the handrails, waving it casually over the water.

“Just say one more disrespectful word and I’ll sink your doodle down the filthy lake. Now, behave yourself and kneel…”

Before she finishes, the data pad is already snatched away from her. Blackarachnia turns to look furiously around. Optimus is standing a few steps away from her, holding the data pad tightly against his chest.

“Enough of this, Blackarachnia.” Optimus says with a serious tone. He doesn’t know he can one day be this tough in front of Blackarachnia. “This belongs to Blitzwing. You shouldn’t play with his beloved things.” Ignoring Blackarachnia’s impending tantrum, Optimus walks straight past her and gives the data pad to Blitzwing. He can’t help but sneaks a peek as he hands it over. It’s not a book. It looks like a picture of a seeker. At the lower right corner there are two squiggly capital letters, written in blue, quite obvious for anyone to ignore: B.B.

He doesn’t want to prob into Blitzwing’s privacy. So he hands the picture over quickly without a second look. He stands before Blitzwing with a protective gesture, watching him putting his precious data pad into the compartment into his cockpit. He looks overwhelmed by his emotions, and is now trembling all over. He manages to murmur a “thank you” amid angry sobs, walks quickly towards the trap-door and disappears into it.

Optimus is speechless. He hasn’t seen Blitzwing like this ever before. From Blackarachnia’s words, he can guess it’s not the first time she played him like this. He has saw her teasings other bots around them in his earlier days. He was used to it, and tended to turn a blind eye on what she did to bots he didn’t know much about. He would just shrink back into his own safe place, his bookworm world. But today he feels her way of talking extremely harsh and cruel. It could be because she became mean after the spider’s bite. But there remains the another possibility of him being the one to have changed, developing sharper optics and a more sensitive spark, and can no longer bear witness to things as such.

Stuck with mixed feelings, Optimus turns and walks away. He avoids Blackarachnia’s eager, questioning optics. He isn’t ready to face her right now. Especially not after he came to realize what she almost did to him once at the party. Blackarachnia follows him, hissing curses under her breath, calling him coward and traitor, that he even dared to stand up against her after being the cause of her miserable life. Optimus feels energon racing in his audio receivers. It takes all his self control to stay silent, not to talk back— he’s not sure what he may say, but after all these years he’s suppressed all his negative feelings towards her, never said anything bad about her— he believes if he ever gets the chance, he will say something very hurtful.

[damnikindadontcare]

The Bear is gonna need one of these signs in the kitchen for season 3

[deus-ex-mona]

favourite stupid relationship dynamic: idiots who would immediately protect and defend the other but never themself

[add1ctedt0you]

Underappreciated how much worse is for jc that he couldn't kill wwx

[randomnameless]

Pat : "this goddess only watches over the people"

FE16 : "this goddess guides and protects the people and the land".

Also the Gremlin is the Spirit of Sothis - is she like FMA's Alphonse, but stuck in Billy instead of being bound in an armor, or is she an entire different being than the Goddess Rhea remembered?