people who don't wear glasses are so weird like you just wake up and your eyes are pussy fresh??

Fishhh

mumbo jumbo but i do absolutely anything i want to him, deer dragon n bat flavored

The differences between TFP and Earthspark Optimuses are sooooooo fucking funny. TFP OP is burdened with "I've never seen Prime laugh, cry, or lose his cool," he responds to "Hey Optimus you wanna see something funny?!" with the numbest dead-eyed Eeyore "No," he's just generally Haunted and Stoic every waking moment

Then we have Chuckles McGee with his looney toons ass face winking and making finger guns and giggling nervously and spamming the group chat with emojis and cracking jokes and making "graphic design is my passion" self-help pamphlets

"Color Theory" Chapter 9 - "The Fields, an Emerald Cat, and His Hand"

There’s a thing perched at the end of the bed, crouched and leaning onto Martyn. The shape is fuzzy and sparking tendrils of smoke, like it’s struggling to keep itself together, a mess of dark colors blending into each other, except for the pair of dazzling pitch black eyes. A pair of shimmering wings curl into a dome, blanketing Martyn into shadows. Those eyes, gosh, Martyn feels like he’s looking into the void itself.

Maple Prince Etho and Bdubs desings for Color Theory are done! They'll show up more (Etho specifically) on the 3rd act of the fic.

Etho is a fox hybrid and Bdubs is a Glare hybrid. He's a walking terrarium, that guy.

“You guys just don’t want us on tumblr because it’s your secret place”

Honestly yeah man, you nailed it

AU younger Rendoc from when the days were happy and nice and they were silly romantic and no one was cursed by the Red.

Also this is the start of my long haired Doc propaganda. Wake up. Floof up that goat.

AU younger Rendoc from when the days were happy and nice and they were silly romantic and no one was cursed by the Red.

Also this is the start of my long haired Doc propaganda. Wake up. Floof up that goat.

Maple Prince Etho and Bdubs desings for Color Theory are done! They'll show up more (Etho specifically) on the 3rd act of the fic.

Etho is a fox hybrid and Bdubs is a Glare hybrid. He's a walking terrarium, that guy.

"Color Theory" Chapter 9 - "The Fields, an Emerald Cat, and His Hand"

There’s a thing perched at the end of the bed, crouched and leaning onto Martyn. The shape is fuzzy and sparking tendrils of smoke, like it’s struggling to keep itself together, a mess of dark colors blending into each other, except for the pair of dazzling pitch black eyes. A pair of shimmering wings curl into a dome, blanketing Martyn into shadows. Those eyes, gosh, Martyn feels like he’s looking into the void itself.

WITCHCRAFT!!!!!!!!

Violently remembers the existence of Charged Creepers.

Turns to Doc.

capitalism puppies

modern day scholars