#yeah this one got nasty

[drowzyscatterbrain]

this one's like, 98% workplace nightmare with a little bit of him, but still.

(cw toxic work environment)

I was a new employee in a massive office building.

Had to be at least 10 floors, maybe even more.

It towerd over all nearby buildings, looming, intimidating.

Dressed in brand new white office shirt and dark pants, navy tie around my neck, a new uniform for a new job.

And enter the building I must, to find the office I am assigned to and start my first day.

Staring at the concrete giant that is my new workplace, I took deep breaths and prepared myself.

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Relax, it is your first day.

Just try your best.

Mistakes are normal, today is your first day.

You got this.

With one last deep breath, I walked inside and started my search.

...

I can't find it.

I don't know where it is.

No messages telling me where to go, and there's no network. No floor directory signs in sight, either.

That means I must ask for directions, if I want to make it on time.

I am absolutely terrible at asking for help, this is bad.

But I need to do it, I have to.

So I reached out, and asked one of the figure standing around for help.

They turned around, but they did not answer me.

A glare, full of annoyance and disdain was all I received.

Then it got worse when the lobby went quiet, as I felt the air shift and all turned their eyes upon me.

Indifference, sneer, each of them held different kinds of malice within.

None of them offered help.

They just stared.

Feeling like a pinned moth, I decided to shut my mouth and try to find it myself.

I never managed to find it.

As my fruitless search goes on, they began to talk amongst themselves.

They spoke of me like they are watching a dog chasing its own tail.

I am simply a fool, a clown in their eyes.

Standing inside the elevator, clutching my office bag so hard my knuckles went white.

I only dare to stare at my own feet as the sneering continues around me, trying my damn hardest not to cry.

There were so many people, yet I felt incredibly alone.

It was horrible.

Then eventually, I ran out of time.

And they didn't like that.

Not at all.

They've all decided, since I wasn't in my cubicle when my shift started, I must be torn apart by every single person in that building.

And ran I finally did, away from this horrible building and into the streets.

Conveniently, a thunderstorm started as soon as I turned the first corner.

How fitting.

With only my office bag in hand, I am soaked within minutes, the files within definitely ruined.

It took a while, but after a few close calls, I managed to lose them.

I was horribly lost, standing beneath the roof of a 7-11, out of breath and shivering nonstop.

I remember just spacing out, it's all too much. Ridiculous, even.

Just trying to not think about what a terrible day it was.

A few minutes later, still in a trance and shivering uncontrollably, I decided to hug my bag. Not very useful against the cold, but it's better than nothing.

But the bag wasn't in my hands anymore.

One arm held in my hands and dangling, my sans plushie stared at me instead.

That snapped me out of it for sure.

Now holding it properly, I stared back, while trying to figure out how, or when did this happen.

Then quickly, I decided not to question it anymore.

He's all dry and fuzzy, oddly warm, too. And I was absolutely freezing.

So I hugged him tight, and buried my face onto the top of his head.

He smelled like he's freshly cleaned, and have been sitting under the sun for a good while.

And just like sunbeams breaking the clouds, this calmed me down fairly quickly.

A couple of deep breaths, and my heart stopped shredding itself into a thousand ribbons.

I am still under that roof, drenched and extremely lost.

The storm's still going hard, no sign of going away.

But he's there with me.

Well, not actually like, living and breathing, but he's there, in a way.

I think I felt him trying to comfort me through the doll.

And that's why I know things will be fine.

I'll be alright.

[shirecorn]

Tumblr keeps popping up to sell me ad free dashboard. But what it doesn't understand is that me and the ads have a sort of symbiosis at this point.

The guys from the fake gameplay trailers for a predatory mobile app are my blorbos

[kaisollisto]

(Based off of the reality of having a metal ring in your back as a constant reminder of your fate and how that affects you as a person set in the Switzerland arc)

“Does it hurt?” 

Ava’s pressed face down into the pillow sleep curling around her limbs. She hums, she can’t remember what she says, she’s exhausted. Her arms are tangled beneath her pillow. She holds her fingers tightly between each other, her bones ache from the pressure but her hands no longer shake. Ava hasn’t experienced this before, a fear that haunts her at night. (She finds she cannot stop dreaming about dying. It’s stifling in the cover of night trying to figure out where she is.) 

She slowly opens her eyes and squints in the darkness. Beatrice is facing her a furrow in her brow that Ava knows she’s doing unconsciously. Ava’s lip quirks a smidgen, Beatrice looks funny. It’s a bit silly to her, Beatrice no doubt working out a solution to an unknown problem that Ava has yet to see in the middle of the night. In her sleepy state she wants to laugh at the imaginary cogs churning in Beatrice’s head. 

Beatrice scooches closer and Ava panics, her skin can taste the dust of Bea’s forearm. She hoists herself up on her elbows, turning to face Beatrice. “Wha?” Ava’s shaking off bits of sleep from her mouth when Beatrice repeats herself. 

“Does the Halo hurt?” 

She doesn’t know if she wants to answer that. Ava peers over Beatrice squinting at the harsh light of the digital clock on Beatrice’s side. Ava loves it, it reminds her of the early 2000’s and the aesthetic of waking up to an alarm to go somewhere. The clock blinks an innocent 1:43 Am, and Ava debates on letting her head thump back down. 

She turns her body on her side, she can feel the halo shifting in her back and it makes her want to throw up. The sides of the halo press against her shoulder blades and Ava resists the urge to yank it out. She grits her teeth and settles ignoring the skin of her back pulling tight to accommodate for the ring. Beatrice is still expecting an answer and Ava can’t lie to her, she pulls the covers of the sheet up to her chest hoping to bide more time for an answer. 

"Everything hurts Bea," Ava smiles, "getting my ass handed to me is hard work."

Beatrice frowns displeased but looks at her through her lashes, it's unguarded, the stress and worries of the world stay out of their room in the dead of night. Her lashes are so pretty and Ava wants to curse the soft glow of the moon. There’s just enough moonlight to illuminate her eyes but overshadow her freckles. Ava swallows down the taste of defeat, she can’t win, she thinks. 

Her gaze is soft, Beatrice is looking at her and it’s different yet the same. The same feeling in her chest constricting her lungs, the same soft gaze of Beatrice. Beatrice who likes what she sees in Ava when Ava can barely see where she begins. She doesn’t like to dwell on it, the truth of the matter being what belongs to Ava.

If she closes her eyes she can pretend just a little longer. She can give herself the hope of the future and what comes after all this. She can put down the fighting and the artifact and live. Ava doesn't want to think about it anymore, at least not tonight when Beatrice is here with her. 

Beatrice is soft. She knows it from hours and hours of training. She's felt it when Beatrice corrects her form, in the way she talks. She speaks from a place of care like she has turned the harsh words in her brain over and over to soften the syllables spoken to Ava. And Ava doesn't linger on it, the meaning behind it, (Ava didn't think she'd make it this far, finding a person who cares quite like Bea does.)

And Ava's got it bad, she knows she's fucked because Beatrice doesn’t say anything about her language and Ava can't not tell her the truth. She looks down, her hand fiddling with the bed sheet underneath them. 

"It doesn't hurt," if she thinks about it she can feel the fibers of the cotton between the pads of her fingers. "But it's very uncomfortable." She doesn't want to find the response in Beatrice's eyes, content to hear it from her voice. The soft British lilting accent that holds her just as soft as a touch. 

She waits, she can picture Bea’s mannerisms with her eyes closed but maybe she should check just to be sure. Ava peers up at Beatrice and she’s suddenly closer. Her eyes really are pretty, there’s a depth to them that Ava wants to spend an ungodly amount of time studying.

“Can I help?” (part 2)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

[scatterpatter]

self projecting by giving one of your otp storm anxiety and having the other comfort them is OUT, having BOTH your otp members having storm anxiety and making the third wheel deal with it is IN

[mushroominaforest]

Yo chat i got a field trip today 🔥🔥🔥

The visual art major 11s and 12s r going to the city to like an art gallery and stuff, and then we’re going ice skating :3

Fingers crossed it goes better than my last ice skating field a year or two ago cause I still have a pretty decent sized scar on my leg from that lmao

[jackass-jones]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[batsplat]

casey is obvs funny with this rivalry stuff because on the one hand he's very 'well I don't care who I beat' (lie) and 'I don't motivate myself using my rivals' (also a lie) and then he's also repeatedly emphasising that valentino was ONE of his biggest rivals and he only competed against him a few years... like a lil side quest in the story of his career. Those Few Years where valentino was his big rival. whereas dani and jorge were his cohort so he did compete with them for a greater span of time... and this is technically true and does MATTER but it is also extremely noticeable in his output which rivalry he has the most thoughts about. and yes casey would say that this is because everyone ELSE cares the most about That One Rivalry the most and also his opponent being an annoying dickhead means it's the one he has the most complaints about... but at a certain point, it doesn't really matter, because there's still one rivalry you're talking about way more than any other. you can tell that he's at least given jorge's interiority a bit of thought, kinda went 'well he was arrogant but also Learnt From The Error Of His Ways and was maybe misunderstood so' -- but also he's not going beyond that, he's not examining jorge's soul, and he's not even doing any of that with dani. it's very much a rhetorical commitment to those other two rivalries. ultimately the point is that he's doing what he can to not talk up his biggest rivalry TOO much, because, you see. he Did Not Care That Much. (lie.) now objectively speaking this kind of framing literally does not matter, who cares which one of these was the most meaningful rivalry, but it's interesting that it matters to him!! casey's problem is that he is extremely sensitive and cares deeply about what other people say about him, but one of the things he's most sensitive about is the idea that he could let himself be mentally affected by ANYTHING, worst of all his rivals. they cannot be granted that much power over him. and all of this has kinda funny consequences in that he has pretty rigid patterns in how he talks about this stuff that are at times quite convoluted because he has to simultaneously emphasise that a) none of his rivals massively mattered to him, b) That Rival didn't matter more than the others, c) what That Rival did to him was completely beyond the pale, and d) none of that affected him mentally whatsoever. at most one of these is true. there are so many things casey wants so badly not to care about but it keeps spilling out of him anyway, this oozing sludge of resentment and repressed hopes and desires and frustration and longing and bitterness. he keeps giving himself away... he cares so much and he can't stand it

[cosmics-beings]

I wanted to make a post like this for a while, but since i was asked the question i can make it here!

i'm also speaking as an actual black person....so if you don't like these conversations where black people speak on black issues and how we feel, then just ignore this.

So in the past, yeah I agreed with this but my opinion has kinda changed with TF One.

However, I am still extremely uncomfortable seeing depictions of Black human formers Megatron because most of it, especially in ship art is extremely racist and relies on racist stereotypes of black men being abusive, violent, and problematic when his partners are drawn white or lightskinned (i see this all the time in megastar and megaop art. megatron is portrayed as the huge brutal black man and starscream/optimus are the small white twinks who are being beaten by him - it's gross and racist but for some reason it's common).

In general, I think it can be harmful to make a slave character, who inevtibly turns into a genocidal war lord and a generally awful person, a black person (even with his redemption arcs). it also racializes slavery, when we know that slavery doesn't have a race, and Megatron himself is a gladiator. Gladiators are slaves, and one of the most famous gladiators was from Thracia. This again is mostly a fan issue, because I at least have always seen Megatron coded as white in the comics and in the shows. In many depictions, he has a European accent, voiced by white European people (posh english lmao, or in ES Scottish).

That said, in TF One, I'm willing to let it slide. That's because Megatron isn't the only slave. Optimus, who is voiced by a white man, is also a slave, as is Elita, and Bumblebee. I think you know, not racializing slavery and having this notion that slave = black by default, is what makes it okay.

I still wouldn't feel super comfortable seeing Black megatron fanart because again, none of the depictions have been good in my opinion, as a Black person. And i mean none of them, and I do wonder where the thought in this fandom came from that making a person who canonically is violent and aggressive, was okay, just because he happened to be a slave. It is a far too common trope that I see in fanfic and fanfart, especially again...in a shipping sphere.

But I think TF One is able to balance it out, and since this is D-16, he is. a lot calmer, kinder, etc. I think things can get in muddy area when he eventually does turn into Megatron and he becomes the genocidal tyrant we all know and love....especially when you make the black one of the group the one who chooses violence whereas the white voices ones don't.

but who knows? My opinions are ever changing depending on how things are handled.

if you disagree with this, that's fine just do so respectfully and i mean at least be black

[1phakephan]

🗣️🗣️ pov dan and phil base their pizza selection in part 2 of their iconic mukbang video on their hatred for the detroit pizza company that almost ruined your life

[dangdfeng]

i enjoy digital circus a lot and it's well aligned with my taste of content but imma be real its gotten to that point of popularity where id prefer if ppl just. stopped talking. and waited until the next episode is out. does anyone else feel this. i feel like we have said everything that needed to be said. and it feels like it got a fandomfication speedrun on MAX. ive seen plenty of things blow up with praise and popularity to a point they get hated on for said popularity because its inescapable to those who dont vibe with it... but i dont think ive seen it happen this fast. it has been one week and ive seen it all

also kinda interesting how people kind of treat it like its a full movie when it's just a pilot, and a lot of other cartoon pilots uploaded on YouTube haven’t gotten nearly the same treatment. I just hope people keep in mind that there's often changes between pilot and series and also no show ever peaks at the first episode anyways

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Magneto would love lumpia meanwhile Charles would have his Bibingka and Puto Bungbong hehe

Happy Holidays!

asks that remind me my bitchass friend kayla promised to make me *puto two years ago and she still hasnt

*puto is a filipino rice cake i do know it also means 'bitch' in spanish we do not have to address that thank you

[cryptidafter]

if Oom was my sister, we'd have to fight, idc lol

[chaotic-average-child]

getting back on my drawing slowly but surely ^^ here's an aleena

[gumjester]

ok locking back in

[lord-squiggletits]

I think my favorite part about the Luna-1 hotdog-style Ambulon incident is the "fuck around and find out moment" of Ratchet taunting Pharma with his insecurities only to be surprised/fearful when Pharma brought in Ambulon and First Aid to be bisected.

Like, aside from the fact that I love Pharma and think he deserves some murder as a treat

It's actually kind of a really good character moment for Ratchet where he super fucked up, like it's extremely rare in the whole of IDW for Ratchet to have made a mistake that bad and it's a fun addition to his character imo. He clearly thought he was in control of the situation and felt some kind of arrogant/clever about thinking he'd successfully manipulated, only for it to turn out "oops you just ended up escalating the situation and putting your friends in danger instead." Arrogance/recklessness aren't something you typically associate with Ratchet so I think the situation is really cool if only bc we got to see an aspect of Ratchet's personality that doesn't really come out otherwise.

Also it means that Ratchet 🤝 Rung -> Making a really stupid decision to provoke/taunt someone emotionally unstable in the middle of a hostage situation and just making it worse