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went to a concert where me, the drummer, and the male vocalist/guitarist had the same glasses

they were super sweet at the merch table and we had a laugh about that, ik they were just being personable but holy SMOKES they were gorgeous I miss them already

This Wild/Hawks game has all female talent?? 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Bai Wuxiang: I'm going to ruin your happiness

Xie Lian, hysterical: My happiness?! Mine??!

Xie Lian, to Feng Xin: I'm happy? Why didn't you tell me?!

Jun Wu pulls up in a van and says that he can take you to your shixiong, wdyd? 🤔

some more sillies <33

optimus ghost wrote that post probably

rodimags/rodimims (specifically idw is what i'm talking abt here) is such a good pairing because one the dynamic they have but also two their narratives are like. the same. they’re foils both individually and character arc wise.

like, minimus living in his brother’s shadow and rodimus in optimus’s. mims getting a new body/identity and rodimus first putting on a facade and then later changing his paint job. minimus and rodimus having trouble forming meaningful relationships because they both have to be someone they aren’t (ultra magnus and optimus, respectively).

roddy saying he didn’t want to be a prime, he wanted to be optimus prime. mims always trying to live up to first his brother’s accomplishments and then ultra magnus’s.

they also have their differences (obviously), but like any good foil their differences are anti parallels.

mims needing orders and rules to ground himself. rodimus feeling restricted by them. mims going from a nobody to a legend because of the armor, and rodimus being ignored and judged after getting the matrix. mims (as magnus primarily, but also just in general) always being second but still respected, vs rodimus being first (primehood) but disgraced.

both of them leaving cybertron together for the same reason: they can’t handle the burden their predecessors have given them. ultra magnus and optimus prime being revered figures, but minimus ambus and rodimus (no longer a prime) being nobodies, if not worse.

the personality differences and their general dynamic are already great and made me ship them, but the foils and parallels are what make them a compelling duo in all senses.

(also this post is abt idw but they're really good in everything else imo. like g1 is a chiller show but they still have such a good relationship/dynamic and they still read like foils, it's just a little more surface level bc y'know kids cartoon. )

two more instances of Jey checking on Sami after this week's show 🥺

Doctor Elise Qi Rong AU

in which shortly after dying in canon (i know that since his ashes weren’t destroyed that he’s probably still alive but please bear with me), qi rong finds himself reincarnated in the modern world and decides that in this life he's going to become someone that guzi would proudly call his father (nevermind the fact that the kid loves him just the way he is), and decides that in order for that to happen, he’s going to become a doctor and save lives and he ends up becoming a super accomplished surgeon with an extremely high success rate.

unfortunately while on his way home from a hospital shift, he ends up getting hit by a truck (you know i had to include truck-kun in this au!) and when he wakes up, he’s in his bedroom back when he was still prince xiao jing of xianle.

the good news is that he can be reunited with guzi again, the bad news is that he’s going to have to wait 800 years before the reunion can happen.

so because he can't really do anything but wait, qi rong decides that he's going to continue his work as a doctor and he ends up accidentally single-handedly revolutionizing ancient china's world of medicine along the way.

okay I’m sorry but if daddy Swains turns out TO BE the ‘wrong man who shouldn’t have been crossed’, subsequently killed Medarda’s brother AND then rocks up in season two, I won’t shut up about it like ever-

Kaia Gerber and Bella Hadid are the only Nepo babies who should be on a runway or in an editorial. Argue with the wall. I said what I said.

also the fucking cake song. "the cake is red, is it Kyoko?" + "the cake loves Bebe, is it Mami?" vs "The Cake Goes Around In Circles. Is It Homura?" shfsjhj

Blessed Be the Boon - 5

Jazz was brimming over with pride as he escorted Prowl back to the village, not one but four quartexes after the ritual. It had seemed better to give Prowl time to fully settle into his role and for the eggs in not just his first but his second forge form strong shells. All twenty one shards had formed eggs in the heat of Prowl’s blessed frame. He was the true embodiment of a fertility god. The etchings Jazz’s originator had placed on him still glowed, they had not stopped since the Origin’s Crystal had marked as the most blessed of boons. They glowed only brighter when Prowl interfaced, whether with Jazz or with the island itself. Even his optics took on a mystical glow when he descended into pure wanton lust.

“In all my life, there ain’t been a Blessed Boon,” Punch gasped as Jazz led Prowl home.

The Praxian boon waddled, rounded belly jutting out far. The wrap of crystals could only tie low, low on his hips and the crystals had been brushing against Prowl’s upper valve the entire walk. His optics were starting to glow just a little bit. Jazz took this to mean his lust needed to be sated. Outside of the huts his family lived in was their communal gathering place. As Prowl slowly lowered himself onto the ground, a carpet of crystals grew up around him, a better cushion for his frame. Prowl’s jaw fell open and his optics and etchings glowed white. From the carpet of crystals, the Origin Crystals vines had come up to spear Prowl’s upper valve. He did not need to work at all for his pleasure as his frame rocked with the careful force of the Origin of the Archipelago.  Jazz watched Prowl’s heavy wells shake as the Island provided him what he needed. This did explain how Jazz was meant to satisfy Prowl’s lusts enough to keep twenty-one eggs growing well, the Origin’s Crystal would provide as well.

“He could use some fuel proper,” Jazz said.

“I’ll bring some,” Punch replied. “I think y’re gonna have to fuel’m, I don’t think he’s gonna have the processor to hold a fork.”

Prowl arched back as more vines came up from the crystalline carpet and plunged up into his sweet aft. Glyph quickly spread that the boon had returned and was Blessed. Villagers came and watched in awe as Island tended to its boon. The way Prowl’s glowing frame was arched showcased how full of eggs he was, how much his wells had swollen. Boons did tend to nurse their creations for a time, for however long they had before their time on the island passed, Prowl would not be able to fuel twenty one bitlets but Jazz guessed the Island had a plan for that. When Ori returned with soft gel fuels, Jazz knelt next to Prowl and placed one on his glossa. It melted in his mouth and Prowl sighed. The Origin’s Crystal slowed its efforts and let Prowl fuel without added trouble. Prowl looked at Jazz with glazed optics and the Polyhexian smiled with adoration as he placed another gel on his glossa.

Soon, everyone on this island within the archipelago knew of the great blessing and mechanisms came with garlands and crowns of crystals. Jazz draped Prowl’s doorwings,  neck and helm with the offerings. He saw the carpet of crystals twins up Prowl’s legs as he leaned forward some and Jazz understood the Origin’s Crystal’s message clearly. He slipped up behind Prowl and pulled him down by his generous hips, spearing his lower valve on his spike. Prowl keened as the vines renewed their vigor. Jazz left the vines to do the greatest work as he twisted Prowl’s nozzles with his digits as he rolled his hips against Prowl’s aft.

Even when Prowl recharged, the vines watched for signs that Prowl needed tending. As they laid in the  berth together, Jazz held Prowl’s leg up from behind his knee as the vines plunged into his valves. Prowl’s helm was lulled back against his shoulder as he recharged through the vines’ ministrations. He was exhausted. Both interfacing all but constantly and the very act of carrying twenty one eggs was taxing and Prowl needed his rest. He needed his pleasure, of course and Prowl began his mega-cycle with Jazz’s fist in his aft, magnets vibrating. Jazz was fascinated to feel the outline many eggs as he granted Prowl a quick release as the boon cried with ecstasy into the pillow.

His were not the only ecstatic cries as they settled outside for the mega-cycle. Jazz watched Ricochet hold Barricade valve open for a probing vine before in turn sinking his spike in Barricade’s aft. It was not often that the Origin’s Crystal acknowledged a passed boon when there was a new one to care for but perhaps it saw the promise in Barricade too. Jazz did not believe the Island would lay in him more eggs while his belly was full of life already but perhaps it was testing him, testing the waters for the future. Ricochet whispered sweet nothings in Barricade’s audios as he took him along with the vine.

Jazz was pleased for Prowl to see how appreciated his brother was, how loved he was. There was nothing to fear of the Archipelago. Well fragged, the brothers rested for a little while, unmolested. Prowl stroked his large belly and spoke of his surprise the island would want him for this. Barricade scolded him for doubting, he had always been the most nurturing mech. Jazz believed it. The Island would not have blessed Prowl like this without the blessing being earned.

The Origin’s Crystal confirmed Jazz’s suspicions for its intentions for Barricade a few orns after he gave emergence to Firedrive. He and Prowl were sharing a bath when vines from the Origin’s Crystal claimed both of them. As Jazz and Ricochet watched, solvent splashed as Origin’s Crystal prepared Barricade to be a boon again, the first time a Boon was called to serve a second time. Ricochet sat behind him on the edge of the bath and held his thick thighs wide apart. Jazz saw Prowl flush as he could not help but see the Origin’s Crystal’s ovipositor sink into his brother’s valve. He jolted and moaned as the vines tending him intertwined to better remind him what the enormous swell of the ovipositor had felt like in his valves. Quickly, Barricade’s only just flattening belly expanded with shards that would soon be eggs. Ricochet and Jazz bother looked over their boons with renewed appreciated. Their family had been particularly well blessed.

MAN i had forgotten how much fandom wikis sucked disgusting unwashed ass after using tf wiki

Someone holds me, safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory…

Hi I finished a resisting Durge user with Bela and I have. Thoughts.

RAVEN WILLINGLY BOUGHT THAT PILLOW AND BLANKET??

NO IT WAS SENT TO THEIR P.O. BOX!!!!! it was...a b...eautiful fan collaboration. a lot...of love went into it. before it went into the back of their closet and was banished from sight. buuuuut curb threw up on everything else so the homoerotic bedspread and pillow it is! <3