#who KNOWS

[cute-ellyna]

Breakfast time

Let's all pretend an anon sent me this prompt for the Rook&partner's asks (I got real asks from real people, but this was the first headcanon that came to my mind):

5. Do they have different cultural backgrounds (e.g. a Rook who was raised in Antiva with Harding who was raised in Ferelden)? If so, do they ever share parts of their culture with each other? If they're similar, how do they celebrate their culture together?

I like to think there are some cross-clan songs among Dalish (like children songs, in this case), and I totally picture Ayanne, Bellara and/or Davrin to hum them randomly sometimes. If the song is catchy enough, the others would join, more or less willingly ;)

Rook and Bellara are particularly satisfied when they succeed in making Davrin sing <3

A bonus, as usual:

[nyree2712]

Formula 1 - Incorrect Quote 103

Charles: Am I in trouble?

Max: Take a guess

Charles: No?

Max: Take another guess

[dumgum04]

Update: I may or may not be drawing Eddy next

more like double hrt ayyyyy

[walkerohara]

if we think about what we can potentially expect from the next episodes, next week max is probably gonna have some kind of realization about what he actually wants (*cough cough* avery and tristan) upon seeing what he thought he wanted (white picket fence lifestyle) when he visits his brother and then realizes he doesn’t want that. and then if double booked the week after results in the one bed trope as it very well may, just imagine how it’s gonna go after him having had this realization and hypothetically avery and tristan being forced to share his room with him. he’s gonna be a MESS. overall i just feel like if the next episode results in what i think it will for max it would only be natural for Something to happen in double booked 👀

[fangirling-and-lovin-it]

I love opening tumblr not knowing if today will be the day (yet again) where spn has returned in some capacity like a bedraggled phoenix from the ashes straight into whatever news event or piece of media it's somehow infiltrated this time.

Today is one of those days.

I feel alive but dead inside .

I am Schrödinger's fangirl.

[stargirlie-sharon]

"violent for you" ♡

Characters: Yandere! Arcee VS Yandere! Wheeljack x Reader

Content: Fanfiction, yandere themes, love triangle, cybertronian reader. These two have a bone to pick with each other.

CW/TW: Violence (none shown, but mentioned), yandere themes.

A/N: i legit can't get these two off of my mind lol so take this, jsksbwiandhsjbssj just a thought I had

A rivalry that you're caught in, neither side backing down from trying to win the ultimate prize, you.

One moment, you were walking down a hallway. The next, you were pinned against the wall by a certain mech. "Hey, sweetspark. Where ya heading off to?" Wheeljack questioned, a smirk shown upon his face. "I was just heading to my quarters." You simply replied, sighing. "Now, can you please get off of me?"

"Mm..." He paused for a moment, in faux deep thought. "nah, not yet. After all, how could I, when you're the sweetest thing in the room here? I could just eat you up~.."

"Servos off, Wheeljack." Another voice said. From the darker part of the hallway came Arcee, part of her face being veiled by a shadow, but her glare was imminent. "You're pretty damn determined to win their spark, hm?" "And you don't seem to be any better, Arcee." Wheejack bit back.

It's been a while since these two have started acting like this- from their sudden, sickly sweet obsession for you, and their hatred for each other. You've always been a caring bot, often looking out for the members of Team Prime, being considerate toward everyone and offering comfort in times of need. Perhaps your sweetness must've captured their sparks, both of them. But rather than make a compromise or backing off, they've made a competition. Not any friendly rivalry- no, it was far from friendly.

It started out small. Mysterious gifts being left around, with each one being more extravagant than the other. You thought it was charming. They'd also been spending more time with you- giving compliments and offering to do things for you. Then, it escalated to staring contests that were a bit too intense for their own good, like they were trying to murder each other with just their sight alone. Sparring sessions that involved a bit too much violence, practically holding blades and blasters to each others' throats. Bulkhead had to break up the two of them before things got worse, even Optimus got involved. You knew something was up.

And now, you were here.

"Yeah, well at least I'm not a walking safety hazard who's bound to detonate something any second. Or himself." Arcee said as she approached both of you. "Who'd want to be near a ticking time bomb like you? Right, sweetspark?" She turned to you, optics softening just by a fraction.

"Pft, says you." He taunted back. "You're just as much of a ticking time bomb as I am, darling- I bet you'd go full on explosive if you ever lost our little [Reader] after what you've been through- losing your previous partners. You'd go insane for them." Arcee's glare only intensified, seething in hatred, balling her servos into fists. "Why, you-" She held back her rage, trying not to lose it. "Playing dirty now? Quite the move."

The tension between them only heightened, leaving them in an uncomfortable silence, glaring daggers at one another, forgetting for a moment that you were caught in their crossfire.

"Ah-" Arcee snapped her head when she realised you were still in the midst of their dispute, your uneasy expression made apparent to both of them. "I am so sorry, we didn't scare you, did we?" Wheeljack noticed too. "Frag, I forgot you were still here.." His tone was laced with guilt. "Are you okay, sunshine?"

You hesitantly nodded, still shaken up by their tense dispute. Wheeljack's mouth opened to speak, but Arcee was one step ahead, immediately speaking up. "Would you like me to guide you to your quarters?" She offered kindly. It seemed like all the previous tension and antagonism the two had against each other faded away the moment their optics laid on you. Well, not all...

"Sure." You responded with a small smile, a bit more relaxed by Arcee's softened tone. Wheeljack looked at her, hit with a pang of jealousy. The femme simply smirked at him, gloating over her own victory with pride. If it weren't for [Reader] being in the room, they would've had another shouting match. He let out a muffled scoff, muttering something under his breath. "I'll let you get away with it just this once..."

Once you and Arcee had reached your quarters, you could feel the tiredness seeping in the moment you made contact with the berth. She sat near you at the edge of the berth. "It's been a long day, hasn't it? Don't worry, just close your optics. You need to recharge so that you'll be awake and alert for tommorow." She soothed you, affectionately cupping your cheek. She stayed there for a couple of minutes, until she could confirm that you were deep in slumber. "Sweet dreams, love." She pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, before quietly leaving the room.

Back in the hallway, she saw none other than Wheeljack, leaning against the wall across from your quarters.

"Lucky bastard, huh?" The tone in his voice was playful, but it was only a facade to cover up his utter envy. Not that it did much to really hide it... "You're just jealous that I got to spend more time with them than you did. I told you just pinning them to the wall by complete surprise wasn't a good tactic."

Wheeljack simply chuckled, "Minor fluke. But you know that you're not gonna win their affection that easily." "I know." Said Arcee.

...

"But before I do, I'll end you first." "Not if I beat you to it, you won't."

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Prompt idea: i need damian to be heavily into dungeons and dragons, he even dresses up for it.

Bruce:

Also bruce:

Damian walks by decked in full druids attire holding a staff and something he borrowed from constantine that he’s not sure what is but is sure is safe. He thinks.

Bruce: I need to sleep more.

[spidertroupeart]

the jokes write themselves

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process

[hiatedateus]

Its today i feel it in my bones

just remembered they’re gonna drop a rebrand at some point and none of us know when

[howellfag]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called “public transit” 😳💊 you’ll be going wherever you want for an affordable price 💯👨‍💻

me: yeah whatever i dont feel shit

5 min later: dude i swear the bus should have been here by now

random guy at the bus stop with me: the transit app is lying to us

[smatterbrained]

These unethical lil guys are growing on me

[marsipain]

Norwegian Mikus :)

Left is Miku as a russ and right is Miku in a bunad!

[skeletons-eat]

Ngl joining the jedi order sounds like the ideal life to me because just imagine:

1. People regulate thier emotion and communicate to you logically. No need to understand social cues when you're an empath.

2. No pressure to marry, be in a romantic relationship and live in a nuclear household my entire life.

3. I can just?????? Help people?????? Without the extra cost of a system working me to the ground to achieve certain things????

4. No strings attached companionship and friendships? Amazing.

5. A caring and respectful community who council each other and accepts who I am as a person? Count me in.

6. Lightsaber go brrrrrrrrrr

7. Being able to do what I want career wise (Gardening, art, politics, piloting, exploring, childreering, medicine, teaching, etc.) without having to worry about money.

8. Tax fraud

[n3arell-art]

oh eye, always regarding