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I have this idea for mtmte Rodimus and Megatron that made me giggle and I just have to share it with someone I am so so sorry:

After having this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTFCPcc3C/ pop up on my fyp, I thought of this scenario where someone thinks it's funny to tell Rodimus/Megatron that humans are very attracted to interpretive dances and that they are required whenever one is trying to woo/court them.

Hey there, I wish I could see the vid but alas, it was deleted before I got to it, sorry.

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Hey how would the rescue bots academy recruits react to fem human reader being an pun and joker? Almost like sans and also surprising her with an valentines gift

Rescue Bots Academy X Reader Inserts – Clowns to the Left, Jokers to the Right

A/N – Well, I was being productive, then I got a speeding ticket so imma upload this for some validation.

Warnings – None.

Rating – K+

Whirl

“Okay, what is brown and sticky?” Whirl asked elatedly, bouncing on her tiptoes.

“A stick,” You answered. “Gotta try harder than that, Whirl.”

“What do you call a dinosaur with no eyes?”

“Do-you-think-he-saurous.”

Whirl hummed, then tried another joke, “How do bananas get out of trouble?”

“They split.”

Whirl ran her hands down her face, “ARGH, this is impossible. You know too many jokes.”

You smiled, not bothering to explain that her jokes were the first ones most people learned. Whirl knew you liked jokes, and she had learned to love comedy from you.

“I wouldn’t worry, Whirl. Besides, I’ve got something to cheer you up.”

Whirl’s head shot up from her hands, “A present?!”

You nodded.

She held out her servos, “Ooh, c’mon, gimme, gimme, gimme.”

You laughed and handed her two tickets.

“Dara O’Briain?” She read aloud.

“He’s a Scottish comedian.”

“Oh good!” Whirl perked up. “Then I can learn his jokes.”

“Sure,” You beamed. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Whirl scooped you up in her arms, smushing her face against yours, “This will be the BEST. OUTING. EVER.”

Hotshot

Hotshot was often in need of a good laugh, especially when he first started at the academy.

He was always getting called into the office by Heatwave. There was always something he’d done wrong, or he was called out for being impatient, or arrogant. Him! The number one Jr Cube player and most handsome bot on the team, arrogant! No way.

But you always managed to cheer him up with terrible jokes and even worse pranks. There was a time you filled Cody’s hair dryer with flour, coating him in the stuff, though you made sure to use it after, ensuring the prank was harmless since you were both messy.

Or that one time when you hid a walkie-talkie in Heatwave’s office and periodically meowed into it so he was looking for a cat for a full cycle.

One time when you were supposed to be learning basic mechanics, you taped a few harmonicas next to Wedge’s exhaust, making him whistle when he drove. That was Hotshot’s favourite prank so far. He loved seeing Wedge turn into a car-monica.

Hotshot wanted to thank you for all the laughter you had provided. It made him feel more at ease around the team and occasionally helped to break the tension.

“Hey,” He approached you almost shyly.

“Hey,” You grinned, “you okay?”

“Uh, look, I just wanted to say that I think you’re awesome and it’s uh Valentine’s Day, so here!”

Hotshot thrusted out his hand that was previously hidden behind his back, holding out a bouquet of roses.

You saw the joke flower in the centre almost immediately, but pretended not to, taking a deep whiff.

When you were squirted in the face, you took it on the chin, laughing amicably. Hotshot, though smiling, still looked a little nervous.

“Happy Valentine’s day?” He said uncertainly, spark pulsing anxiously. Was it too much to prank your crush?

You chuckled certain he was mixing up Valentine’s Day and April Fools Day. Yet, as you passed, you kissed him on the cheek and returned the platitude.

Hoist

Hoist was far too easy to prank. He was gullible and sweet, making him an obvious target. You had him going for ages, trying to work a printer. You had put a sticker on it that said voice-activated, and so he had stood, trying different variations on voices, sure that he was the problem since it wasn’t working.

Eventually, you took pity on Hoist and told him it was a joke.

At first, the sensitive bot was annoyed at you, but after you apologised and promised that you would keep your sense of humour set only to bad jokes and puns, he forgave you.

Eventually, he started to come around to your idea of fun and lifted the pun ban, noting that you didn’t do anything in states of emergency, timed your jokes appropriately and never aimed to hurt or upset anyone.

Hoist even asked you to teach him some of your jokes over a meal (energon for him, picnic for you) and a movie.

It wasn’t till you sat down on the whoopee cushion that you learned it was a trap all along.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said coyly, turning his attention back to the film.

“Touche,” you nodded, also watching the film.

Meanwhile, there was an unspoken agreement, let the prank war begin.

Medix

Medix doesn’t always get your trickster ways. He once tried to learn how to be funny from Chase, but instead realised that it was better for him to be himself. He likes you though, even if sometimes he gets just a little bit jealous of how much everyone else finds you more palatable to be around with your quick quips and witty retorts.

You make lots of dumb jokes like when you had suffered a laceration and you insisted it was his words of admonishment that ‘cut deep.’

Still, you were always there when he wanted to do something like watching a documentary on the history of bandages… even though you wasted an entire box the next day to pretend to be a mummy and scare the spark out of Hoist the next day.

Medix liked your jokes. They weren’t aimed to hurt or upset people. They were to create moments of levity. You enjoyed making people happy and easing tension.

It took Medix some time to think of how he could show how much he appreciated your humour and you, but he thought he was ready for when Valentine’s Day rolled around.

You stared at the present, trying to get the joke, since Medix wasn’t always the best at jokes, but you knew there was something there.

“A jokebook covered in breadcrumbs…?” You mused, examining it through the plastic wrap. “Because my jokes are crummy?”

Medix smiled, “Close. More because your old jokes, like the bread, are getting stale.”

You placed a wounded hand over your heart, smiling all the same, “Touche.”

Opening the book, you recited the first joke, “What do you call a mummy, covered in chocolate and nuts?”

Medix waited.

“Pharoah Rocher.”

Medix didn’t get the joke, having little knowledge of human confections, but he enjoyed the way you snorted, laughing at the simple stupidity of the joke.

“Best gift ever,” You laughed, hugging him tightly.

Wedge

“Come again?” You asked, curious about Wedge’s request.

“I need you to help me prank Hotshot,” Wedge reiterated.

“Because…?” You prompted.

“Because he’s become a total pain. Look, you like playing pranks, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Just do something that will knock Hotshot down a peg or two. Scare him or something, He’s driving me crazy!”

Wedge knew you would agree to help him. You loved those dumb pranks you were always playing on people.

“No,” You said, incredulous that he would ask.

“What? Why not?”

“I like stupid jokes, like putting glitter in people’s pockets or swapping the salt and the sugar around.”

“So?”

“So, I don’t want to do anything that would shake Hotshot’s confidence or upset him. That’s not why I do this.”

“It isn’t?”

You scowled at Wedge, “Jokes are for fun. Doing this to mess with Hotshot just because you find him to be a bit of a pain isn’t fun. Talk to him, vent your feelings, but don’t involve me.”

With that you left Wedge to think about what he had asked of you.

Later, he came over to you, holding a box of store-bought brownies.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said apologetically. “I’m… I’m sorry I put pressure on you to upset Hotshot. It wasn’t cool, and I respect you for putting me in my place. I guess it was me who needed taking down a notch.”

He held out the box for you, asking, “Apology accepted?”

You considered him for a moment, taking the box, “Sure, apology accepted.”

“Cool… Want to hang out for a bit? Catch a movie?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

After that, Wedge began to really appreciate your sense of humour. He wanted to understand it more, especially the difference between a fun joke and something that might hurt someone.

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Okay, be honest with me... Is Beast Wars any good, because my god... that CGI

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That's amazing, I hope it makes a positive impact on your local ecosystem

I'll likely write something today, but first, I'm working on a business proposal to create living walls in my small town. I'm hoping to have a fully researched business plan by next March. I think we all have to do our part in fighting the climate crisis, so welcome to the tree huggers.

I'm also hoping to speak whatever language it is politicians use. They seem to like 'Levelling up' a whole lot even though that term is utter shite.

Still, today I wrote the introduction to my plan. Here's hoping I can make a positive change in the world rather than sitting, twiddling my thumbs and asking "What can I do about it?"

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*cough* so uhhhh about that 2025 superman, any thoughts on a reader getting saved by him? (Also hi been hanging around for years, did fanart for your Swerve fic years ago :) I'm happy you're doing better!)

Superman X Reader – Symbol of Hope

A/N – Hey there, yes, I always love seeing you interact with my blog, and I’ve always loved the artwork you did. It never fails to make me happy.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

You cowered, shrinking away from the Metahuman threatening the room full of hostages he had taken to call out Superman.

“Come out soon, Superman,” the Metahuman roared at the news camera drone, punching a nearby pillar and showering his victims in dust and loose debris. “Or I’ll start taking lives!”

The villain reached to pull a child from her mother, who started wailing, begging him to leave her child alone.

You knew it was stupid, but you threw yourself forward, crouching in front of the small family. Frankly, you wished that it was anyone but you in the spotlight. Cowards got to live.

It might have been selfish, but if the Metahuman took someone else, then you wouldn’t have to fear for your life.

But… You had lived in Metropolis for little over a year now. You had seen the good that Superman did for everyone. You were witness to the daily acts of bravery and kindness he performed. He didn’t overcomplicate matters of the world, only asking if what he was doing was right.

After a year of seeing all the ways that Superman helped people, you couldn’t help wanting to be better as well.

Doing the right thing wasn’t easy. Most times, you wanted to hide away and wait for other people to do the right thing. But if everyone waited for somebody else to do the right thing, nothing would ever get done. You had to choose to make the world a better place.

The truth was that Superman might not be in time to save you. You were already crying while you made peace with that, but if you died, forcing yourself into the arms of your captor, at least there was a chance that the heroes might get there to save everyone else, especially the little girl, who had yet to do anything wrong in her young life.

“Fuck off!” The Metahuman barked, pushing you away to try and grab the little girl again.

“Take me, not- ngh-” You groaned as his hand found purchase in your mouth. His hands were like a vice. Super strength was much more of a threat when it could kill you just by tearing your jaw apart.

“Huh,” Your captor sneered. “Fine, your death might draw him out faster.”

“Strongarm!” A firm voice called the Metahuman.

Strongarm rolled his eyes, annoyed at being interrupted. “This doesn’t concern you, Bolt.”

“It very much does. Put the nice human down. It’s not time to kill, yet.”

You tried to see past Strongarm, but it was impossible until he slammed you to the ground. You would have cried out from the force of it, but you were winded. You gulped in a painful gasp of air, all too aware that the jolt had done something to your shoulder. You didn’t think it was broken, but fractured, maybe.

There was some mumbling, then Bolt shouted over, “Bring the hostage inside. The rest of you, it’s your lucky day. Get out of here.”

Strongarm tensed up, “But-”

“We only need one, Strongarm. That brave blue prick values all life. Besides, it’ll be easier with just one. No tricks to worry about.”

“GYAH!” Strongarm punched another pillar, clouds of marble pluming out. There were several cries of alarm, but then the first man tried running, and when he wasn’t stopped, the rest followed.

The mother picked up her child. Before she hurried away, she gave you a look you had never seen before but understood perfectly. She was thanking you for her child’s life. It was a debt that could never be repaid, and she knew that there was little chance you would survive this.

You were terrified, in pain, and crying, but you returned her look with one of your own. A small, almost imperceptible nod. You knew what you were doing, trading your life for another. The weight of a life filled with mistakes, given freely so that the child might live a better tomorrow. Innocence protected by experience.

It was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. It was what Superman would do.

Knowing that didn’t make it any easier.

You cried and struggled, whimpered, and pleaded as Strongarm dragged you into the back room of the bank. You had only been there to file for a new bank account. Why did it always have to be banks that were targeted?

“Geez, Strongarm, could you lighten up a bit?” Bolt deadpanned. “Quit taking your anger out on the hostage for crying out loud.”

You looked around frantically. It was a small office they had taken control of. Blueprints were stuck to the walls. Their plans?

The supposed ‘boss’ was sitting, working on a laptop. Another metahuman? Probably. By the lightning insignia, Bolt had some control over electrical discharge. Your experience with Strongarm left you with little doubt of what his powers were. And the boss?

He was pure silver, or some other heavy, reflective metal, and he didn’t say anything past “Put the hostage down,” as he gestured to the corner.

Strongarm stood over you as you tried to make sense of your situation. You didn’t make a peep, trying to look as small as possible, but your eyes never stopped moving. Plans were strewn everywhere. It took a while, but you started to piece things together while the men talked, or rather, Bolt talked. A lot. Since he wasn’t saying anything useful, you shut him out.

Not wanting to be caught snooping as you looked at the plans, you followed a strict routine. Find some information. Glance at it. Look at the floor for ten seconds. Repeat.

Over five minutes, you had some intel.

The Ings Street Subway tunnel was the target. While they lured Superman away, a bomb would go off there. The bomb was filled with a corrosive metal that would force the train into a quickly deepening hole.

Meanwhile, three other attacks would happen across the city. Two bioweapons and an explosive at the Daily Planet. The plan was to cause seemingly random acts of terrorism to divert the Justice Gang and the police Department while Superman was stuck battling these three.

That was as far as you got when the door was punched in. Bolt suited his name; his reflexes were lightning fast, and he grabbed you, handcuffing you to him as a little extra protection against Superman.

“Let the hostage go,” Superman ordered, his eyes never leaving you, paying little heed to the Goons.

Silver gave Superman a measured look, stepped back, and then gave the word to go. “It’s a trap!” You managed before Bolt dragged you into him and flew straight up, shooting a path through the ceiling. You screamed, and the battle commenced.

“Argh,” Bolt cried out, frustrated from the beating that he and his teammates were taking.

He held you at the top of a skyscraper, watching the chaos unfold for a few seconds. “No amount of dough is worth this.”

Then he looked at you.

“Sorry, but you’re just dead weight now,” he told you as Superman finished off Silver and Strongarm.

“Wh-ARGHHHH!” Bolt shot a small streak of lightning from his eyes at the handcuffs, severing the tie, and you screamed, plummeting towards the concrete.

In an instant, strong arms held you in a secure embrace. You wrapped your arms around Superman, the Man of Steel himself.

“Are you okay?” He asked, the sincerity reassuring you that you were safe.

You were in no way okay, but you could see Bolt getting away, Superman’s attention torn between you and him.

“I- I will be,” You said, not at all certain that it was true.

Superman nodded and lowered you to the ground. You crumpled against a wall, almost forgetting yourself. Then, you remembered the laptop at the bank.

“THE BANK!” You yelled as Superman ascended. “MEET ME AT THE BANK! IT’S IMPORTANT!” You weren’t sure he heard you, but dishevelled and exhausted as you were, you hurried back to the scene of the crime.

You waited in the office, praying that Superman would come as you guarded the laptop. You had checked its contents, but now it was little more than a dead brick.

‘Please let him come,’ You prayed. It had been 45 minutes, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, you were in a lot of pain.

“You,” Superman said, rushing over to you, a look of panic on his features as he held your forearms to look you over. “You should be in the hospital. Your shoulder’s fractured.”

He looked so sad, like he blamed himself for your injuries. It was like he thought he wasn’t on time. You smiled, finding him very pretty, quickly realising that you were slowly slipping into delirium.

“The laptop,” You said, trying to concentrate your thoughts.

“The laptop?” Superman looked at the non-functioning brick on the desk.

“It um- It-” You frowned, forgetting the word momentarily, “shut down- Remotely! I think. But it was filming you, all over the city. It had all the places you’d been today.”

Superman frowned at the implication, “Someone’s watching me.”

You shook your head, trying to remember the charts that had been linked to the footage. “Studying,” You explained. “Someone is studying you.”

You slumped against Superman’s chest. “Sorry,” You mumbled, swaying backwards. “Sorry.”

Superman picked you up, his hold on you ever so gentle. “I’m taking you to a hospital.”

You shook your head, “No. Don’t. No- No insurance.”

That was the first time you saw Superman look almost angry, yet you knew the anger wasn’t directed at you. “Don’t worry about that. You helped me. Insurance won’t be a problem. I promise.”

You had little energy to thank him, your eyes growing heavy as your body exhausted its last reserves of energy.

You were vaguely aware that you were flying. The last thing you saw was Superman’s sigil. You had read in the Daily Planet that it was a symbol of Hope from Krypton. That seemed fitting. To you, Superman wasn’t a man of Steel. He was softer than that, and warmer too. He was hope, and he gave cynics like you a new lease on life.

While you were recovering in the hospital, Superman talked his way through the management, ensuring that your treatment would be free. Then, he waited for you to recover. He wanted to thank you personally for your help. In the meantime, he drafted an imaginary interview with Clark Kent. Not only did he highlight his battle with the Metahumans and how the Justice Gang and the Police Department had been integral to saving the city, but he also made sure to remark to Kent that it was unacceptable in this day and age that everyone didn’t have access to free healthcare.

Whether Superman or Clark Kent, he wanted to help everyone that he could.

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Some people joke about how old writing used to be filled with random ass letters like:

Whye dost thou nyot read thyis poeim, myne truest love?

But like, it's not a joke. I have this book with poems updated from the 1400s. Professor Tolkien translated it to the modern poetic meter. In the introduction, he showed some segments of the original, and they really do be like that.

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My Superman story has bern ready for a week but I've been way too tired to proof it, and one segment needs to change. I'm off on Thursday so will try to do so then. Until then, I'm frigging exhausted.

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Mira X Reader – Acceptance

Description – Mira introduces you to her family.

A/N – I just really loved K-Pop Demon Hunters, so I wrote this. I may well do another fic, but for Bobby. I haven’t decided yet. Still trying to clear the inbox a bit. Also, Mira never had a last name, so I chose one for her from a list of common Korean surnames.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Mira stared at the door, balling her fist around your hand, agitated and anxious.

You leaned forward, trying to catch her eye, “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Mira closed her eyes and sighed, her rage-induced fist loosening to hold your hand more gently.

She was accustomed to being angry and guarded, but she didn’t want to be that way with you. Until Mira met you, the only people she felt that she could be herself with were Zoey, Rumi, Celine, and Bobby; they were her family and her entire world. She never expected her world to grow more than that, but then she met you.

When you met Mira, you didn’t know anything about HUNTR/X. It was refreshing to talk to someone without them knowing her or fawning over her. She didn’t love the pedestal the fans placed her on. She wanted to be part of a group, friends with the people who idolised her, but that wasn’t possible. The best she could do was try to lower herself to their level to connect with them and strengthen the Honmoon with love. Yet, by trying to be one with the people, she ended up being further worshipped, ensuring she always stayed at arm’s length from others.

Mira sighed, and though she didn’t look at you directly, she did respond. “I want to do this right.”

You smiled at her. In your opinion, there was no right way to go about a relationship so long as both parties loved one another and were always doing their best to be there for each other. Yet, the finality of Mira’s tone told you that she had made up her mind.

“Okay, then I’m with you.”

Mira took a deep breath, giving your hand one final squeeze, “Thanks, babe.”

Then, she knocked on the door of the suburban family apartment.

“Coming,” A friendly voice answered from inside.

Mira tensed up, letting go of your hand as she stood rigid. She hadn’t been back to her family home since she was a teenager, and hadn’t planned on ever returning. Her parents hadn’t cared to see why she acted out when she was younger, only labelling her as a black sheep or a wild child while they doted on her perfect brother. Mira tried not to spare any thoughts on her estranged family, but now she was in love and she wanted them to know; she wanted them to finally see her for who she was and accept her, even if she was terrified.

You picked up the slack, taking Mira’s hand in yours instead. She shot you a grateful look, taking a deep breath as her father answered the door.

Clearly, he had expected someone else as his expression changed from a polite smile to a disgruntled frown.

“Oh, it’s you,” He stated.

“Good to see you too, Dad,” Mira replied sardonically.

The atmosphere became stale and tense as neither said anything else, and Mira’s father made no offer to invite his daughter inside.

You waved somewhat awkwardly, “Hello, Mr. Choi. I’m (Y/N), Mira’s…” You hesitated, wondering how much you were supposed to say or if Mira ought to be the one to introduce you as her partner. “Friend,” You supplied. “It is an honour to meet you.”

You offered a respectful bow, but got no response past a look of condescension.

“Is Mom home?” Mira asked.

Her father looked at her like she was an insignificance, not worth his attention.

“She’s… working.”

Mira had told you that her mother worked from home. By Mr. Choi’s reaction, you guessed that was still the case and that he didn’t care to disturb her, even to reunite the family.

“As usual,” Mira grunted, annoyed that her parents had never made time for her, always trying to brush her aside. Why bother with the difficult child when her well-behaved brother was right there? They didn’t need her when they already had a backup to uphold the family name.

Mira glanced at you, forcing herself to remember why she was there in the first place. She gritted her teeth, forcing a semi-polite tone, “I’d like to see her, please.”

Mr. Choi stood more sturdily as if he were ready to physically block Mira’s path in case she tried to barge past him. “I will tell your mother that you stopped by.”

His tone was clipped as if to end the conversation. He moved to close the door, but you pushed forward, forcing your arm in to keep it open. Mira stared at you, shocked that you were acting so impulsively, a look of pure rage on your face that she had never seen before.

“Hey! This is your daughter,” You told Mr. Choi. He opened the door a little wider to inspect you. He looked like he was torn between caution and anger.

“She has made her way to the top of the music industry, which, let me tell you, takes a lot of work! Like, have you seen the dances she choreographs?! It takes a lot of discipline and restraint to be able to work that hard. More than that, she is a good, strong person, and she is so protective of the people she loves. Why can’t you be proud of her?”

Mr. Choi sneered, “Mira is a reckless delinquent who has caused us nothing but trouble. Now leave, before I call the police.”

He slammed the door in your face.

You punched the door once, yelling, “I WASN’T DONE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW INCREDIBLE MIRA IS AND-”

Mira grabbed your shoulder. Your head snapped towards her, afraid that you had gone too far.

“Mira, I’m s-”

“I love you so much,” Mira said, her breath hitching as she hugged you.

You embraced her, feeling her shake as you held onto her, crying and not bothering to hide her tears from you, one of the few people she felt she could be vulnerable around. She might not have made it past the threshold of the “family” home, but she had seen what she needed to. You had been willing to fight for her. That was more than enough.

“C’mon,” She said after a minute, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded. At the penthouse, Mira’s real family were waiting, and they would never let her down.

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Okay, so the ask box is closed again and just in time because my sister is in labour with my nephew, so let's fucking go I guess.

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I can't stop thinking about Superman. So, for the next... however long I'm asleep, requests for any character in the new 2025 Superman are open, despite the ask box saying closed

Go crazy

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Just got back from Superman. Now, even accounting for my nostalgia of the OG Christopher Reeves Superman, I have to say, this is singlehandedly the BEST Superman film I have ever seen.

I cried cos I found it so amazing.

I can give an in depth review if anyone cares, it would be spoiler free. I don't know, I might do that?

Anyway, I was enamoured. With James Gunn heading up the DC Universe, I finally feel like I'm going to start loving DC again. Marvel are kind of fucked for me because they're not letting go of the fact that yoy have to have seen EVERYTHING to enjoy the new thing and all their films are copies and pastes of the last 12 things they did. Plus, I think that most hero films now do a LOT of talking but don't say anything.

Anyway, I am OBSESSED

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Have you seen the new Superman?? 🦸‍♀️

As a matter of fact I'm seeing it tonight and I'm super excited about it.

Like, I trust James Gunn wholeheartedly and am stoked he's in charge if DC now cos this Superman doesn't look like some bland "Gotta-be-ripped" must fight Batman version of the hero. He looks hopeful and dorky and funny and soft, which is how its supposed to be.

I used to adore superhero films, then I got lost in superhero fatigue. Thanks Marvel.

I don't want a million films that all interlock. I want a film that I can watch standalone if I choose to, and one that is dorky in the way the comics were. That's why, to this day, my all time fave hero films aren't the jazzy, new ones with so much going on it triggers me into a sensory overload.

I much prefer my old fullbacks like the Tim Burton Batman's, and Chrostopher Reeves Superman. I am so pumped for this film.

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I know your requests are closed right now but I was wondering, when your requests are open that is, if you still write for V?

The 5th of November grabbed me hard this year and it’s not letting go anytime soon.

Hey there, yep, I still write for V for Vendetta and do have a few requests for V in my inbox. I watch the film every year and it was directly responsible for radicalising me so yep, never letting that go.

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so; uh, lost light spends one single day with me on my 19th birthday. and everyone is invited. surprise me

Transformers MTMTE / Reader Insert – Creation Day

A/N – Hello there. Please, allow me to apologise cos I got sent this years ago, and the further it got from your birthday, the more guilty I felt about having not answered it. So, though you’re no longer 19, I hope you might still be able to enjoy this.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

It was your creation day? Rodimus felt angry that you hadn’t told anyone, especially him.

There was a lot of speculation about why you hadn’t brought up your birthday. Depression about not being on Earth, thinking the bots wouldn’t understand, a fear of causing a hassle. Nobody knew exactly why, as they could only speculate, but Rodimus had spent a long time on Earth and knew that creation days were important among your race, being so short-lived at all.

That was when he got the crew together and ordered them to do the best day ever!

An entire hallway full of rec-rooms was designated as the ideal location.

Ultra Magnus was in charge of catering for you. He had the most knowledge of the foods you liked and what was safe for human consumption.

Swerve made a theatre in one of the rec-rooms, picking out the best films that would play for a 24-hour cycle, giving anyone who wanted a rest somewhere to go.

Mirage was working with Brainstorm to outsource his outlier ability, creating a hologram room that could play out any fantasy world of your choice. The rich bot was hooked up to a machine that left him stuck for the cycle, but he was happy to do so as long as he got a small break in between to explore.

Blaster and Roller had been charged with creating a silent disco filled with 23 music stations, each staffed with its own DJ.

Rodimus had dragged Megatron into some flashy pyrotechnics using the ex-warlord’s intellect combined with his fiery outlier ability to create a show that would last a lifetime.

Nautica had a paint station set up with human-safe paints. She had seen this done on celebrations in movies and was almost certain that human adults liked face-painting too. Besides, most of the bots were already lining up for temporary paint jobs, so who was she to deny them?

Rung had set up a room full of pillows and sleeping bags, with a constellation simulator lighting up the walls with soothing patterns and soft music. Although he knew that Rodimus had no plans to let you sleep, it was also a safe space to unwind and bond with your friends through deep conversation, which he understood to be a ritual at sleepovers.

Rewind was set to record the event, following you like you were a celebrity, so he could ultimately put a tape together as a gift at the end of the celebration.

Finally, all they needed was the guest of honour.

A support crew headed by Whirl was sent to retrieve you, everyone eager to see how you would react to the many miniature parties thrown in your honour.

Although a betting wall had been set up to determine which room you would spend the most time in, the real joy of the event was showing you how much you were loved, and hoping that you would never try and hide yourself away from your friends again.

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Well, another part of the comics says they sent their women away to keep them safe from the war (except a few who were very insistent)

And they lost the coordinates to the safe planet they chose and the women created a flourishing society

Ultimately, this is only one continuity of Transformers, but I do love the idea of Optimus Prime being like "Fuck. Shit. I lost the map to my top bitches. Fuck, why didn't we make a group chat first."

i'm really enamored with the idw explanation for why there are so few woman transformers being (as i understand it) that they live in a highly socially stratified society where masculine gender presentation is the normative expectation and ALL feminine presenting transformers are trans women in a way comparable to real life positionality in that framework, ie, they transitioned and they experience transmisogyny. i just think it's a really interesting and complex direction to take it because it opens it up for so many interesting analyses of what gender looks like in their society

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Do you have a masterlist?

Hey there, yes I do. It needs a bit of an update but here is the link

https://writeyouin.tumblr.com/masterlist

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K-Pop Demon Hunters Mira X Reader - Sample

A/N - This is just a sample of something I'm working on for me. I hope to have it out soon. I'm also thinking of doing a Bobby x Reader one shot

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Mira stared at the door, balling her fist around your hand, agitated and anxious.

You leaned forward, trying to catch her eye, “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Mira closed her eyes and sighed, her rage-induced fist loosening to hold your hand more gently.

She was used to being angry and guarded, but she didn’t want to be like that with you. Until Mira met you, the only people she felt that she could be herself with were Zoey, Rumi, and Bobby; they were her family and her entire world. She never expected her world to grow more than that, then she met you.

When you met Mira, you didn’t know anything about HUNTR/X. It was refreshing to talk to someone without them knowing her, or fawning over her. She didn’t love the pedestal the fans placed her on. She wanted to be part of a group, friends with the people who idolised her, but that wasn’t possible. The best she could do was try to lower herself to their level to connect with them and strengthen the Honmoon with love. Yet, by trying to be one with the people, she ended up being further worshipped, ensuring she always stayed at arm’s length from others.