#whoops !!!!

[dontfindmeimscared]

i wasn't lying, these two are stuck in my damn head.

redraw of this from like a year ago

[agent--shadow]

Kai is writhing a little, but in an unnatural, jerky way, as if there's something else vying for control. His eyes start to flash between opaque and clear, and he gasps for big breaths of air in between flashes.

It's in his blood, it's trying to get out. Or rather, trying to get him out. And it will stop at nothing as long as it's inside.

Questioning and Revelations

After some medical attention, Kai (@agent--shadow) finds himself inside one of the agency's interrogation rooms. Several signal blockers have been set up, cutting him off from any outside communication.

Handler Ellie walks in the room, her eyes cold and strict. She puts down an analog recorder, several digital microphones and cameras have littered the room.

"I would appreciate it if you would cooperate with this questioning, young man." Despite her words implying it was a request, her tone was clearly implying that it wasn't an option to be uncooperative.

She checks her watch, checking the time. If her guess is right, Handler Blue (@blueorchid-95) will arrive in half an hour. She would've heard about Kai's location around this time and once she hears about this, it would not be pretty.

[poposusz]

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[joffyworld]

HELL YEAH HE FUCKIN BALLIN

Please, what does Leshy look like with a big fro?

Broccoli

Also yes, he used to have long 'leaves' in the past

[pissmamiii]

anyone want fall in love with me already and have the filthiest, soul merging sex everyday of our lives

[secretly-a-trekkie]

he needs his floor time

[telleroftime]

Once again as someone who hasn't watched more than two seasons of Naruto but googled a lot...

Why'd they do him like that? By that I mean...

Where's his bookshelf?

He has like... 7 books in the anime. Give back his books. Let this man collect his erotica in peace. Don't take that away from him. Put it back.

[stars-tf-sideblog]

Jazz was in constant awe of the sheer range of expressions that the other pilot could manage to convey through his mech. Jazz had never met anyone who was as in-tune as he was with their mech armor. Most of his comrades would do as needed and never sought to do more. Jazz always thought of the armor as an extension of his own self, or maybe that he himself was an extension of the armor. Prowl seemed even more connected to his mech than Jazz. Jazz was continuously impressed with every microexpression that formed on those handsome faceplates, every twitch of a doorpanel that somehow seemed to speak.

And then it happened. An accident really. Jazz didn't realize those doorwings were such a weak point. He figured the manufacturers weighed the sensor data from them to be more valuable than a possible weakness. Had he known that was not the case he wouldn't have let the giant hunk of twisted metal their opponent had hurled at them hit those doors - shattering the glass and wrenching one, nearly severing the other - so that he could slice the alien in half. But he had, and while the alien was now dead, Prowl was hurt. Genuinely hurt. The first expression of pure pain that etched its way onto Prowl's faceplates was likewise burned into Jazz's memory. The short, shrill scream would echo in his ears for weeks to come. The curses - that were in some foreign digital language, but Jazz /knew/ they were curses, there was no disguising that tone - that followed were in some ways as reassuring as they were confusing. At least it meant his friend, crush? would probably make it.

Did the damage to the armor's back somehow also impact the cockpit? That was Jazz's first thought as he immediately tried to troubleshoot so he could eject the other man out of there. But as he kept assessing the damage - wings definitely the most damaged, but also a bit of crumpling in the thoracic parts - and looking for a way to get the other pilot out, he came to one conclusion. Just one, but one that rocked his world and made him stutter in his connection with his own mech, momentarily stalled out.

"Can you open your cockpit? Ya gotta get outta there."

Met with pained faceplates further twisted by confusion and - what hurt Jazz somehow even more - some amount of betrayal.

Prowl had no cockpit. Prowl had no pilot. Prowl was not the pilot.

Prowl.

Was the mech.

Ohhh now that is painful. He thinks it's business as usual for approximately half a second until he hears Prowl screaming in absolute agony.

Y E S

[bass-alien]

in the mood to give someone soul sucking head

[acatpiestuff]

beesechurger

x

[alchemistc]

It's weird. It's so weird. Buck's done threesomes. He's even had a poly couple invite him back to theirs a few times and it was fun.

But it's not like this is that. He genuinely likes Abby. As he's gotten to know her he's only found her more and more intriguing.

It's just.

The first time they hooked up her husband was down the hall watching a Hallmark movie, volume down on low while he spoke to Abby's mom in hushed tones.

And the weird thing is that he likes Abby's husband. He's cool. He's interesting. He has a cleft.

He works Air Ops and he knows Howie and Hen and his whole deal isn't, like, a secret (not anymore, is the unspoken thing) but Buck isn't actually sure if he's supposed to mention that his girlfriend's husband is totally cool with him being around and also kind of the guy he replaced at the station.

Last week when the Jeep was being fussy Tommy threw it up on his lift and did a full diagnostic. Sent him out for oil and a filter and when Buck called him to ask about the shit the auto supply store was trying to upsell him he'd scoffed and sent him screenshots of exactly what he needed to buy. "No bells and whistles, Buckley," and then he'd changed Buck's oil and topped off all his fluids while Buck took Abby out to dinner.

It's weird.

(He's terrified to admit that he kinda enjoys it when it's the three of them. Abby a glass and a half of wine down, Tommy on his third sour, Buck in between them rambling while Abby smiles softly at him and Tommy butts in to ask the most startlingly poignant questions about whatever Buck's got a hair up his ass about that day, like he's listening, like he actually wants more of Buck's inane research rabbit hole.)

That doesn't happen all that often, really. It's just - those are the best days. Those are the ones that really remind Buck that he's moving on, growing, changing, reaching for a life to be built instead of clinging to anyone that pays attention to him for more than five seconds at a time.

(Looking back, he'll realize that he hadn't really changed all that much. Just shifted focus.)

Even more fucked up Tommy and Abby au:

They DID get married. A year down the line when things are shit Tommy tells her the truth.

But Patricia isn't doing great. She doesn't really trust anyone but Tommy. And they have a life they built together. So then they decide on an open relationship.

Soon after Abby starts bringing Buck around.

Things do not go the way any of them particularly expected it to

[interpolationz]

dalien over here saving me from art block

line art + my lovely collection of references

@danielhowell @amazingphil

[cryptidowl]

cupcakes for all

[myreygn]

people my age who didn't grow up watching phineas and ferb are beyond me. you don't like fun? joy? british people? whimsy little boys with strangely shaped heads building weird machines? you never listened to award winning banger ain't got rhythm? you never got to experience the life-changing nature of squirrels in my pants? you're telling me the sheer existence of vanessa doofenshmirtz wasn't some kind of awakening for little you? you don't know about the giant floating baby head? the fireside girls? the ooca? the mustache aliens? the excitement and tension of awaiting the one line ferb is inevitably gonna drop by the end of the episode? whatever the platypus and the pharmacist got going on? you don't know who buford is?