#y’all have no idea how cool that is!

[zephsomething]

Listen yall, lots of things are really very shit rn for many reasons, but I’m genuinely still not over the fact that I get to have a whole ass computer in my pocket. It’s got multiple games and everything! Most of the games I played as a child would fit multiple times over on my phone! A little computer in my pocket! That’s so fucking cool!

[starlooove]

No bc fuck tim but it really really bothers me how people ignore his growth like he used to be an asshole and I’ll give tim Stans one thing: now he’s so so so stale but what I disagree with is that this staleness is bc nobody likes him like it’s in fact the exact opposite where everyone likes him so much they dont want to do anything. Even when it’s him surface level challenging Bruce it’s when everyone else is doing it too; but he’s still the backbone of the fam! Etc. and it’s so irritating bc him gaining more compassion and empathy even for people he doesn’t fw is so fun to watch and that’s why the captain boomerang thing was so out of character! (Not in a from the author way but in a tim wouldn’t do that and he and Bruce both knew it which is why it went down like it did. Same way dick killing joker was ooc; not in fanon sense but in a he would hate himself forever for this sense) and speaking of that it’s such an interesting mirror to Bruce who genuinely believes that everyone can grow vs Tim’s it doesn’t matter if they grow it’s not my decision to make like it’s the same but it’s not AND WITH CASS’ IT DOESNT MATTER IF THEY CHOOSE NOT TO GROW I WONT DO IT! like ugh. And anyways even when people acknowledge it they boil it down to “Janet and Jack taught him that the capitalist pigs that they are��� like no. This is who tim was. Tim was the kind of guy who’d blame a dead kid for dying. That’s ok. Also Janet and Jack? Please reread anything involving them that’s not a fic like Jack had anger issues and they were both aloof at worst like relax.

[ghostinthegallery]

If you’re still doing prompts, would you mind doing “Just... don't."

oh boy you just gave me an excuse to mess around with this pairing which had been bouncing around my head for ages! Behold, Szarekh/Imotekh (because you can’t just give me two rival kings and NOT expect me to wonder what would happen if they kissed)

Damn, I am getting mileage out of this prompt list ###

Mandragora did not have much in the way of native flora. Most species had been driven to extinction long ago by environmental shifts and violent acid rains. Biomancers saved, cultivated, and jealously guarded some plants for whatever nonsensical reasons they had to examine organic life. But Mandragora was not and would never again be a lush world.

So Imotekh was surprised to find a small, white flower lying in wait for him on the highest balcony of his palace.

He dismissed his lychguard, an act which was not unusual. He came to this spot often to think, to unravel the threads of logic and possibility that now formed so much of his mind. This was more easily done alone, away from any onlookers. On a clear day he could see hundreds of khet in any direction. This was not a clear day. It was foggy and damp, impossible to perceive much if he relied purely on visual data. Imotekh could only see his lychguard departing by the soft glows of their cores and weapons.

Once he was sure they were gone, Imotekh examined the delicate flower between the metal fingers of his gauntlet. Five petals the color of fresh snow surrounding a red pistil. He could not remember what it had been called in the time of flesh. His abilities of near perfect recall had only formed after his awakening from the Great Sleep. However he did not need to remember what it was called to know what its presence meant.

“Where did you get this?” he demanded.

For a moment he received no answer. His circumspection protocols revealed nothing. Until the mists swirled and his guest revealed himself.

The Silent King did not speak. Imotekh did not expect him to. Szarekh had always taken his kingly oath of silence comically seriously. There had been a time when Imotekh had enjoyed making him break that vow. Moans and cries of ecstasy counted just as much as words.

“You did not get it here,” Imotekh said, twisting the blossom between his claws. It took all of his meticulous control not to crush it. “It no longer occurs naturally. And I cannot imagine how you would have preserved an old specimen for this long.”

Imotekh had few memories of the time before the fires had taken him. Yet he remembered that once a general had been presented before his king after a great victory. A gauzy curtain separated him from the throne, but thanks to luck, chance, or some god's dreadful sense of humor an errant gust of wind had blown it aside. Just long enough for the general to see and be seen by the monarch he served. 

Imotekh had not been at all romantic, even when he had possessed a soul. He had simply been…enthralled. 

“No,” he continued. “I imagine you had one of your crypteks engineer it for you.”

Ensnared by the beautiful king who had done him the greatest possible cruelty…by loving him in return.

Imotekh released a static scoff through his vocal buffer. “What a sentimental waste of time.”

The affair would have been beyond scandalous, not to mention dangerous. Discovery would have meant disgrace for the king and execution for his sand-born lover. So they had devised a signal. A single white flower, left on the king’s balcony, and the general would know it was safe to enter his liege’s chambers. He had never found cause to object to the welcome he found there, whether it be sensual delights or simply calm. A rare thing for a general constantly at war. 

That chamber had been the only place in the universe he had truly felt safe. 

“Are you here to kill me?” Imotekh asked.

Szarekh’s glance fell. As much a sign of hurt as he had ever given. 

“That is what logic would dictate. Am I not in open rebellion against you?” Imotekh took a step towards the intruder. Where once the flower had promised unrestrained adoration, seeing it now only brought bitterness. How could it not when the king he had once worshiped had failed so utterly?

Szarekh closed the distance between them in three long strides, faster than Imotekh had calculated he would. He trapped Imotekh against the balcony’s railing, the only thing guarding them from a three-khet high fall. Rough stone ground against Imotekh’s back. Even more so than in life, the Silent King towered over him. Staring into Szarekh’s blazing oculars, he debated if he had a better chance of surviving gravity or the king’s wrath.

Or worse, his affections.

The Silent King’s slender fingers brushed against his hip as they moved to settle on his waist. He traced a line from the Stormlord’s shoulder, down his arm until their hands came together and began to intertwine. Sensory recollections flooded Imotekh’s neural buffer. Cool sheets, warm caresses, kisses both tender and desperate. To touch him after centuries, millennia apart was almost too sweet and painful to bear. 

Szarekh took hold of Imotekh’s chin and tilted his head back, bringing their faceplates close. 

“Don’t.” Imotekh’s anger, forged and tempered over countless years of war, suddenly felt brittle as glass. “Just…don’t.”

He pushed Szarekh away and pressed his hand against the balcony. The old memories burned in his core, but he shoved them down and strangled them with newly formed engrammatic chains. Not this. He did not want a cold mockery of the comforts they had once shared.

“You left,” he said, tone heavy with unspoken accusations. “You condemned us all, locked us away in tombs, and then you left. That doesn’t come without consequence.”

Szarekh recoiled. In that moment, Imotekh could have asked why? Had the guilt really been too much? Had Szarekh always been a coward, deep down? Instead, Imotekh turned away, unable to look at him any longer. Because of all the things biotransference had taken from the necron’s king, beauty was not one of them. 

Damn the weakness the gods cursed me with, even now, Imotekh thought.

“I heard it said that you had been killed by rivals while you slept.”

It took Imotekh a full half second to realize that it was in fact Szarekh who had spoken. The general nearly spun around, but he braced against the railing to keep himself in place. His fingers left furrows in the stones.

“It will pain me more than anything if it transpires that we must destroy each other, but still…I am glad the rumors were false. I am glad I got to see you again.”

“Selfish bastard.”

“Is selfishness not the right of kings?”

Imotekh could no longer resist turning, a retort forming in his vocal buffer, but Szarekh was already gone. Only a disturbance in the mist served as evidence he had been there at all.

It felt like something had been torn from him and his reactor had suddenly grown cold.

Imotekh shut down his optic array. He had known his resolve would be tested. That was the burden he had accepted when he had taken the phaeron’s throne. When he had challenged the triarchy. When he had denounced his one and only love. Their people needed someone to lead them out of this time of strife and darkness. There was no one else. 

Imotekh activated his gauntlet and watched as the white flower was consumed by flame.

[bittyfromquotev]

CHAT. CHAT. DANDY’S WORLD BESTIES.

GUYS I SURVIVED TILL FLOOR 21 AND DIED TO DANDY BUT THIS WAS THE BEST FUCKING RUN I’VE EVER HAD

WE GOT SPROUT LIKE 3 TIMES

DANDY

SHELLY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and it was all when I was Cosmo. I have half mastery on him and I think I’m gonna main him for now

This was so fucking awesome

[painted-kneecaps]

bookstore update they made me cry laughing on the second day pretending to be stupid customers while training me on the POS

[c-119]

Glad you asked!

(Yes, there’s multiple! I just haven’t distinguished any of them because I’m still trying to get the basics down, but I’m planning on making a squad.)

Well, okay. For a good idea of how big they are because I have yet to draw a size comparison chart;

- Their wingspan is a few feet shorter than Cabbie’s (roughly 104’ vs 109’)

- They’re roughly as tall as Windlifter (from canopy to lowest point sans wheels, which is 18’ 7” give or take for either of em)

- They’re nearly two times longer than Dipper (with the catalinas being roughly 63’ and Dipper being roughly 38’).

So, in general, they’re quite big! Still two times smaller than Cabbie in both the height and length aspect though.

I bring this up because they’re like big metal cats when it comes to sitting on water. Yes, the ‘If I fits i sits’ rule counts when it’s the pool in your backyard, even if it’s an inflatable one. I feel like there’d be at least one count of miscalculation that led to the unfortunate demise of an inflatable pool.

They’d definitely have to anchor themselves to something if they’re stationed on a coastal base (which, unsurprisingly, a lot of them were), because sleeping on the ocean will give you two rude awakenings; either you get violently beached and have to suffer sand, or you wake up with miles of ocean in all directions and you’ll have to find your way back to base or to the closest place you can find.

Sometimes as a joke though, catalinas will roll each other into the tide when they catch someone taking a nap. They naturally tuck in their landing gear when they can feel water (or think they feel water), so it’s a really easy prank, and watching your friend slowly float off into the distance is hilarious to them

Also resembling small mischievous creatures, they love applying the rule ‘what’s yours is mine’ wherever they go. They’re respectful about it, yes, but if you have a bowl of grapes? No you don’t. Not anymore. Invite one of these guys in your house and say ‘make yourself at home’, and you’ll find that half of your pantry just kinda vanished. Poof. It’s like they went shopping or something from inside your house. They’ll pay you back, yes, just not right now, and if you bring it up, they will 100% fake innocence and deny their crimes.

Also pertaining to the water, catalinas who sit just on the shoreline to take their naps often have water marks, usually caused by bits of debris in the water. Catalinas have also been documented to get sea creatures stuck to them, which doesn’t truly bother either party much, but the catalinas can’t have barnacles attached to them constantly for health reasons.

At the base of every Catalina’s being though, there’s two things. One, they have a constant strong urge to cause some sort of havoc. They were built for overseas airstrikes and such, and many still find purpose and joy when striking things from above (ahem, aerial firefighting). At the same time, they were also made for search and rescue, so they love games and such where they have to find something or someone because it comes naturally to them. Those books like I Spy and Where’s Waldo are their favorites. They love flaunting their self-proclaimed superiority at finding things.

Speaking of, catalinas either have wit, ego, or both. No one’s met a catalina without one of those traits, and you never will. Either they’re sarcastic and nonchalant, or they’re overly confident and will go great lengths to prove themselves if they feel the slightest hint of inferiority, which doesn’t bode well with military life, as you could guess. Mavericks, the lot of em.

Surprisingly enough, they seem to get along with other people just fine. If you’ve never met a Catalina before, you’d never know they were a handful until you’re already their friend and it’s too late to back out. They’re usually nicer to strangers and tend to dial it down a bit when it comes to the comfortability of others, and on the rare occasion, they’ll completely drop the sass and hold nice little conversations like you just bumped into each other in the grocery store.

Catalinas do have a track record of making kids cry though. It’s kinda funny. Part of it is because catalinas have grand smiles, and their canines are actually scarily big, so kids get straight jumpscared by a maw of death when one of em starts cackling

That’s all I have for them at the moment ! While I draw I’ll probably come up with more, but I hope this is what you were lookin for :]

This ask was sent to the wrong inbox so I’m just answerin on this blog @penname-artist :’)

[starbuck]

geography class is so dangerous… they’ve spent this entire unit emphasizing how easy and fun it is to travel around Europe…

my bank account is sweating.

[ranchdressing3]

important poll

[area51-escapee]

I know I’ve said this before but I seen a thing again and it’s just always so weird to me how terfs will react to trans people in sports with essentially “no but you don’t understand, men are inherently stronger and more athletic and better at sports than women, and women are inherently weaker and more fragile and worse at sports than men. I have the feminist stance in this scenario.”

[crow-with-a-knife]

Having a full blown breakdown cause I’m not as cool as I wanna be yet

[oldfacesnewdawnoffical]

The traits aren’t a bad idea in theory but can be a bit iffy depending on which ones and like you said the redundancy of it all. Would these traits really describe a cat that well like the other prefixs could?

Yeahhh that’s my worry. It’s cool in theory, as you said, but it’s… redundant at the end of the day.

I’d like something unique for the Riverwardens, as their culture is so heavy about luxury and theatrics and honoring the self… They’re the drama kids of the fealty. So of course they’d want to do something entirely unique. But… it’s difficult to decide what exactly that would be from a narrative standpoint.

T^T One book down (rough draft plot) and still we’re stuck on naming-

[obliviouspoptart]

by the way, please read up on tim walz, he’s just incredible.

he voted for ACA when he knew it could spell the end of his political career, as he was in a contested district, because he knew it was the right thing to do. he ensured abortion access as governor in january 2023 by signing the PRO Act law. he signed an executive order to ban conversion therapy for minors in july 2021, which was later made law in april 2023. he signed HF146, which made minnesota a trans refuge state to allow gender-affirming healthcare and prevent the gathering of information about gender-affirming care with subpoenas.

as the state championship football coach of his small town (and anyone from a rural farming town knows that the state championship football coach is more important and influential to the mayor), he agreed to be the faculty adviser for his school’s first gay straight alliance club in 1999. a straight white veteran football coach!

and did y’all see the clip of him stopping his speech at a campaign rally in wisconsin because he noticed someone needed help from heat exhaustion?

truly an evil man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Listen, staning politicians is bad. We must remain critical of people in power.

However it is funny to watch Republicans act like this man is the devil incarnate.

This is democratic vice presidential nominee Tim Walz Gov. Of Minnesota. This man looks like if a capybara was a person. He looks like he'd pull over on the side of the road and help you change a flat tire. He looks like he'd offer you hot coco from his thermos if you were out ice fishing with him.

[starlooove]

If u “like” Tim Drake but refuse to not only acknowledge that he victim blamed tf outta Jason, but can’t also see it as a fucked up thing he did and negative aspect of his character, who are you really looking for bc it’s not Tim 💀

[elytrafemme]

ok i need to be very kind to myself and acknowledge that i had a good day regardless of how it ended but i did find out that my other best friend (no.4) is asking someone out meaning nearly every person i know is either at that stage or in a relationship and i’m wondering at what point do i start ramping up my insanity in hopes of finding any kind of love

[asterraugury]

Me wanting to worldbuild the thoughts in my head VS can’t make sense of my thoughts without putting them on paper VS don’t know how to write stuff down

[rafesangelita]

Omg, idea! It can be with Pouge!Sweetheart and Rafe are having sex, and he is choking her (she likes it) but this time she is about to pass out and Rafe is too primal/into the sex to understand that she is trying to tap out and does not hear her. She passes out mid sex, going limp and Rafe absolutely panics trying to wake her up. A bit of a soft Rafe who then is overly attentive feeling so bad.

warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, asphyxiation, choking, slight praise, dirty talk, loss of consciousness

a/n: poor pogue!sweetheart!reader omg. she’s been punched in the face on accident and now this?? I’m begging y’all to give her a break!

“rafe!” you practically screamed, your hands wrapping around the wrist he had at the column of your throat. while rafe had never been this rough before, he was hesitant as you begged him not to go soft on you. now you found yourself nothing but a whimpering mess, heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as he had you pinned to your bed by the back of your knees. “this is what you wanted? ‘wanted me to choke you while i use this pussy?” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, your head pounding as your vision grew fuzzy.

nodding weakly, rafe’s grip on your neck tightened, his head falling as your velvety walls squeezed around him in a way that made him lose his mind. “so fucking wet, all for me..” he pressed a kiss to your ankle, rolling his hips to meet your clit with each thrust. before you could decipher what was happening, you mumbled a ‘too much’, tapping on his hand as he groaned, leaning down to bury his head in the valley of your breasts. you gasped before black spots began dotting your vision, your eyes fluttering closed as you lost consciousness.

“fuck, these tits are so fucking perfect.” he took a sensitive bud in his mouth, his gaze flickering at your face only to see your head lolled to the side, your lips glossy and swollen. “baby?” it was just then that he realized your entire body was limp, his thrusts slowing down. “y/n?” he grabbed your face, tapping your cheek lightly. panic set in at your lack of response, his eyes widening as he removed his hand from your neck. “oh, fuck!” he pulled out, rushing to pull his boxers on before he scooped you up in his arms.

he continued to lightly slap your cheek, blowing air on your face as he shook you. “come on, baby, you gotta wake up..” his heart was pounding out of his chest as you didn’t budge, his eyebrows drawing together as he got up, running to the small kitchen where he got a damp towel. dabbing your face with the cool cloth, he shook with every second you didn’t stir awake. “fuck!” he whispered, swallowing thickly as regret settled in the pit of his stomach. he knew he shouldn’t have done that much.

rafe kept up his ministrations for a few more minutes before he shook his head, his fists meeting his cheeks before he dialed 911. “911 what’s your emergency?” rafe let out a shaky breath, muttering a ‘uh, m-me and my girlfriend were-’ right before you opened your eyes, blinking up at the ceiling as you moaned. “ray?” you were more confused than anything, your boyfriend hanging up on the operator before he ran to your side. “oh my god.” he sighed, moving your hair off of your shoulder as he covered you with your duvet.

“i was tapping out..” your eyes sparkled up at rafe. he was on the verge of tears, shaking his head as he embraced you. “i didn’t hear you, baby. i’m so fucking sorry.” he pecked your lips, stroking your face as you ran a hand up and down his arm to soothe him. “i don’t know what happened, i was just really into it, i didn’t realize how hard i was squeezing you. i’m so sorry.” he apologized again. coughing softly, you sat up, pulling him onto the bed so he could hold you. “just hold me.” you kissed his cheek, both of you falling asleep shortly after.

the next day, rafe made it his life’s mission to make everything up to you. surprising you with your favorite breakfast, bathing you and putting you in some comfortable clothes, massaging your feet, eating you out until you cried, ordering your carts on all your shopping apps, and showering you with kisses until the sun went down.