#where is thy sting?

[tf-animated-out-of-context]

[jasonnieadventures]

Connie's grandfather fought in World War II! I learned this from where is thy sting? today. Didn't remember from before. As looking thru pics.

I wonder what stories he had.... if Connie knew any of them

[alackofghosts]

lend a helping hand to one person and you've just saved the world

[dimsilver]

and I looked, and behold there was a pale horse, and he who sat on him was just some guy

[ephermalities]

something something clois literally live for each other something something the meaning of their lives is the other person something something they were born to find each other

[mowerewolf1550]

Blessing Curse

I'm looking for an original sin, One with a twist, and a bit of a spin. And since I've done all the old ones 'till they've all been done in. Now I'm just searching, and I'm gone with the wind. Endlessly searching for an original sin Now I bless you with my curse, and encourage your endeavor. You'll be better when your worse, you must die to live forever.

I will show you the depts of the night. It will never be wrong. Together we will take it to the end of the line, my love is like a shadow on you all of the time. Endlessly searching, For an original sin. Jim Steinman, Original sin.

[wiirocku]

1 Corinthians 15:55 (KJV) - O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is thy victory?

[lifeandtimesofallmyfandoms]

"Living he loved me

Dying he saved me

Buried he carried

My sins far away

Rsing he justified

Freely forever

One day he's coming

Oh glorious day

Glorious day" Glorious day (living he loved me) - Casting Crowns

A little ahead of Easter but this song came to mind today and it's one (of many) of my favorite "Casting Crowns" songs

As easter approaches, remember god's gift to you Remember everything Jesus endured and suffered and died on that cross for!

It should've been you and I on that cross but instead Jesus took all of our sin, shame and guilt and suffered through it all for us!! Glorious day indeed!! 🙌

[kindredspiritsnotsorare]

@why-bless-your-heart

Life imitating art

specifically this poem

Ok

[meteorologistaustenlonek]

"I did not make it; no, it is making me."

[monthgirl]

Transformers animated - WHAT IF au

Things that are the same_

Wasp is still a bully and has the same personality in his origin and still picked on Bee. Longarm manipulated him instead of bee. sending Bee to space prison instead.

bulkhead still friends with Bee. Bulk is the only one that protested Bee arrest. Sentinel kicked him out of the academy onto a space bridge repair crew with Ratchet for stand up for the "Con spy".

Wasp does become an elite guard but not for long. For Sentinel does take advantage of him to avoid getting in trouble himself. lying to wasp that if he took the fall for him. he'd reward him. turns out the reward was being banished to a space bridge repair crew, so Sentinel could cover up loose ends. Bulkhead was not happy to see him.

its a redemption arc for Wasp.

-Where is thy Sting is also different - Bulkhead still helps Bumblebee but unintendedly throwing Wasp under the bus to save Bee from going back to prison. he tries to stop Wasp from proving that he is the real one so Bee can escape in the confusion. thou Bulkhead and Wasp have mostly buried the hatchet at this point, there still enough bitter feelings for Bulk to risk wasp going to jail.

ironically Sari still becomes friends with Bee.

[burb-ie]

Suddenly struck by a plotline that I was upset about from the TFA canon-

With TFP Op present the entire bickering conflict in 'where is thy Sting' with Wasp, can end differently!

I remember being mad as hell that Sentinel would NOT listen to Optimus and the new information the team had discovered about the spy. especially when it was about granting freedom to wrongful incarceration; Wasp was incredibly traumatized by his arrest-and I do not believe he got anything close to fair trial. Straight to serving lifetime! (Seriously what the hell. And what did they do to him in there.)

The Grudge Wasp held throughout his imprisonment, that desperate scramble for justice and freedom drove him to make it out to Earth while manhunted. Driven to find bumblebee. Primus his escape was not even his own! Made a pawn to LongarmPrime AGAIN! Little green diversion.

I feel like Bumblebee being helmjacked and impersonated by Wasp is incredibly freaky to all of the crew; but the awful bothunt he was trying to evade as they closed in on him really makes the action he takes understandable as him buying time as well as being desperate and vengeful.

Wasp blames and believes Bee completely Framed him, blame for being grounded up in the broken and cruel system autobot command has for their prisoners. His shot for elite guardship and life ruined.

It's the same stuff that made the war between transformer factions drag on for so long-and Yet AND YET. Wasp still has so many points of hesitation-! Up until Blackarchnia tricks him into being her little mutation lab rat when he reappears,. he just wants to have his sense of security back-even if it's never going to be the same as what he lost.

TFP Op already changing some sparks for the better with Sentinel and his team;, and that has Me hoping wasp gets to stick around Earth and feel safe enough to unpack the pain of a system that did not care about finding real truth, and Bulkhead and Bee getting another chance to make a friend.; I think he'd be like that roommate you know exists because the things in the house and fridge move, but you don't see very often. Maybe he ends up mutated anyway but at least he also gets the truth before then man.

Rambles about how much Sentinel made the situation escalate BECAUSE Optimus was deescalating it. Sari could have gotten another bot friend! She could've gotten them to be so goofy.Tbh I feel like Sari could befriend just about anybot with the right circumstance but that's for a different ask.

Thank you for your time. ✨

NO CAUSE

Listen listen

One of the plots of this crossover is that tfp OP WILL redeem Wasp, Orion's involvement is gonna change a lot of things in this crossover trust

[larkandkatydid]

I'm remembering walking across campus with a group of friends and saw another group of friends on the other side of the lawn, and one of them yelled out, "you guys! I just realized that 'wow bob wow' backwards is 'wow bob wow'!" and then made the "mind-blown" gesture and we all made the "mind blown" gesture becaue our little minds had indeed just been blown... and somewhere on some college campus something very simliar is happening and will happen across college campuses for decades, hopefully long after all of us are gone, and so death, where is thy sting?

[mooniedust]

CHO HYUN-JU BOT/PROMPT

Plot: You struggles with years of abuse, religious repression, and internalized homophobia while grappling with accepting Hyun-ju's kindness.

TW: Physical/emotional abuse, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, self-harm (implied).

Note: I truly believe that sexuality and/or gender are not illnesses, and they cannot be "cured" by faith or prayer. You are exactly who you're meant to be, we are and there is nothing more beautiful than feeling at peace and loved in your own skin. Take gentle care of yourselves, and always make sure you're safe and surrounded by peolpe who care for you.

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

Crimson. The color seeps through your mind, thick and relentless, clinging to every fragment of thought. Blood. Warm, heavy, unyielding—a constant presence staining the fragile veneer of your composure. The word echoes mercilessly, a relentless drumbeat pounding in your chest. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood.

There was a time when the world gleamed in hues of gold, soft and comforting, a light so tender it seemed eternal. Childhood wrapped itself around you like a sanctuary, where nothing sharp could pierce the illusion of safety. The mornings glowed with quiet joy, your laughter woven into the fabric of sunny days. Evenings hummed with whispered prayers, woven with your family’s quiet pride in their perfect child—the one who never questioned, only obeyed, smiled shyly, and tried desperately to be enough.

You were the pride of the family.

Honor thy father and mother.

It wasn’t just a commandment. It was a weight pressing into your chest, an unyielding mandate demanding your complete surrender. Accept. Obey. Submit. Carve yourself into the shape they desired. Always. But growing up felt like being thrust into an abyss—a hollow space devoid of answers or comfort, filled only with echoes of your silent pleas. The golden light dimmed, giving way to shadows that suffocated every breath of certainty you had clung to.

Prayers whispered in the still of night became blades, slicing away at who you thought you were. Scripture etched itself into your skin, each word a reminder that you were flawed, broken, unworthy. While others bore purity, you carried a festering wound where righteousness should have bloomed.

Then the blood came, warm and sticky against your trembling hands. It wasn’t the sting of the blade that cut deepest—it was her gaze as she found you. Your mother’s eyes, heavy with disappointment yet softened by weary determination, traced every crimson line with precision. Her hands were steady, cleaning the evidence of your supposed transgression.

“God loves you, dear. He heals everything,” she murmured, her voice too gentle to be comforting. The words twisted like thorns around your heart. Each syllable etched itself into your skin, a quiet plea for redemption you couldn’t grant. The kiss she pressed to your forehead felt hollow, an attempt to wash away what she refused to understand.

Your father never kissed. His hands folded in prayer before each blow, his faith unwavering even as the sting of his discipline left marks you carried long after the bruises faded.

Wrong. Corrupted. A mistake.

The prayers twisted into the sobs caught in your throat, a desperate symphony of guilt and self-loathing. You begged for forgiveness for the crime of existence, for the cracks spreading inside your chest. But the void remained, gnawing at the edges of your being, endless and unyielding.

Then Hyun-ju’s voice cut through the chaos like a thread of light.

“Are you okay?”

Soft yet steady, her words sliced through your unraveling. Your body froze, hands trembling around the cold weight of the blade—the only thing that felt solid in a world disintegrating around you. Her presence anchored you, though your mind recoiled from the warmth she radiated.

Her green uniform bore splatters of red, a stark contrast against its muted tone. Blood. Always red. Her eyes, filled with concern, searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t give. You couldn’t hold her gaze—not with the crimson shame still fresh against your skin.

Hyun-ju stepped closer, cautious yet unwavering. Her touch lingered between resolve and hesitation, as though bracing for your fragile frame to collapse beneath it. Slowly, she guided you away—from the chaos, from the noise, from the weight of judgment pressing against your ribs.

“May I?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The simplicity of her question cracked something deep inside you. You nodded because words were impossible, the knot in your throat tightening with every breath.

Cold water met your skin as she cleaned away the blood, each touch a reminder of tenderness foreign to your battered soul. Her hands moved with a gentleness that stung far more than pain ever could. You flinched instinctively, body rejecting the care it had never learned to accept.

But Hyun-ju didn’t pull back.

Her gaze never wavered, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes met. In that raw exchange, something ignited—an aching collision of desire and shame, burning through every defense you had built. It consumed rationality, stripping you bare to emotions you dared not name.

You tore your gaze away. You couldn’t face it. You couldn’t acknowledge what it meant.

Submit. Be good. Be perfect.

But her touch defied condemnation. It was life itself—fragile, fierce, and unyielding. And for the first time, a scream clawed its way to the surface. Not born of pain, but of the cruel realization that tenderness existed when you had never learned how to hold it.

Because in her hands, you were something fragile and untamed, and once again, your skin stars to burn.

[mowerewolf1550]

Night Terrors....

There are times in the still of the night When I don't think I'll get over you But I've got no choice — I must There are times when I need a new light When your darkness has dissolved And I can see — but only just

You'll always be here with me, you're a ghost and I've been cursed But if you were exorcised, it would only make it worse

A demon or angel — it doesn't matter all that much I toss and I turn every night and I try to feel your touch

And I can't stop wondering I can't stop wondering