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pairedaeza · 22 days
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The only colour I can see comes from the green pines across the inlet, the golden kelp that's washed ashore. Everything smells of drying life and sharp salt.
Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging
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pmtxdk77u · 1 year
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puppetmaster13u · 3 months
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Prompt 191
So. Apparently immortality does in fact exist. And is apparently very easily accidentally achieved, if the fact an entire city has it now. 
The GIW will be waiting a very long time to be able to drop that ghost shield, because the city doesn’t seem to be dying out anytime soon. Or at all actually. It’s been several generations now. 
They might need to request assistance. Maybe before others start to investigate now that vigilantes are becoming a semi-common thing.
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transingthoseformers · 6 months
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Tfa fics where Optimus becomes a decepticon are always interesting, because I've seen a few fics that are just the decepticons finding out the autobots suck ass and go like "fuck that he's ours now, we're gonna treat him right" and those are amazing
Like it's just
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occasionallybirds · 2 months
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Dude, careful, you're standing on poison ivy!
White-breasted Nuthatch (Sitta carolinensis)
Feb 27, 2024
Southeastern Pennsylvania
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synonymroll648 · 8 months
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after fitz cools off a little bit about sophie and keefe being a thing, he should drop tidbits about keefe (mostly during trust exercises) that he thinks she might find helpful since they're dating.
the thing is, instead of just stuff like, 'keefe loves frogs, so he might appreciate a gift or trip related to them, idk' he also drops things like 'btw if you just hold his hand in your hands - specifically towards the back of his head, just behind his ears - while you're talking to him, he'll probably melt haha. also his scalp is sensitive, do with that what you will, but make sure you're gentle'.
bonus points if sophie asks keefe about why every single tidbit fitz gives is correct and he goes tomato red for the first time ever and sputters out something like 'i gave fitz the lord of the snuggles title based on personal experience - he's clingy when he's tired, ok?'
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alleghenyfeverdreams · 6 months
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Milkweed seed pin, 2023
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illuminatedferret · 17 days
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i know xie lian threatened to disperse wuming but i think if wuming had given him his ashes to do with as he pleased he would have freaked out about it
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kidmograph · 1 year
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Inner Growth (2019)
[Glad I can upload bigger GIFs now]
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stardotnet · 7 months
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the universe is just one atom/cell vs. we are the whole universe
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pairedaeza · 25 days
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I came to associate Berlin with a particular shade of pink: fuchsia sunsets, the ripple of cherry through white ice cream. Spring in the city was coloured with flirtation, like bubble gum or confetti. Clouds of blossoms covered the trees.
Jessica J. Lee, from Dispersals: On Plants, Borders and Belonging
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come along with me / and the ______ and bees!
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Prompt 181
“Hey. Hey Tuck. Tucker. Tuck look. Look.” 
Tucker looked over the edge of the screen lazily, the half interested words on his tongue dying as he let out a wheeze of laughter. “Oh my Ancient Sands, dude, how did you manage that?” 
Danny had, for the last near year, been trying to mix shapeshifting, thank you Amorpho, with duplication. Something he’d apparently succeeded in today, if the massive fuck-you hydra standing before him was any indication. The very pleased looking, well did it count as a hydra if it had wings too? 
“You need to show Sam. Oh my Sands we need to show Val too. And Wes. You did it dude!” He floated up to look at Danny, who did a little twirl to show off. He shook his head, flecks of gold and sand falling from his hair as he laughed. 
“Do you think,” Danny lost it in laughter as several other heads echoed his words, from whichever the main him was. “Holy ancients that’s great- do, do you think we can make a dragon club? Hydras are totally dragons right? Do you think we could pull a Tiamat?” 
He landed on a head, taking a selfie to add to the groupchat labeled Preparations. “Dude, we should, but let me send this to the others first… But I am so down.” 
They can, in fact apparently, pull a Tiamat- with a little help from Princess Dora, practice in front of Frostbite in case something goes wrong, and some advice from Pandora on controlling extra limbs. Honestly, who is going to want to mess with Amity when there’s a giant dragon? And hey, maybe they can break the barrier now! 
The heads for those wondering who I was thinking of for each lol And perhaps what they might all get ((1) Kwan, Pressurized Water) ((2) Wes, Sonic Blast) ((3) Sam, Poison Gas) ((4) Star, Plasma) ((5) Danny, Ice Breath) ((6) Paulina, Acid) ((7) Tucker, Electricity) ((8) Valerie, Fire Breath) ((9) Dash, Pressurized Wind)
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johannestevans · 9 months
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gonna have to update my will soon and i am absolutely gonna make everyone else do their first wills at the same time i update mine and it's so funny how everyone is just like "ugh but it's so much effoooooort" and it's like. yeah but it's Important and you'll prefer it Done rather than Not Done if worst comes to worst
if you're estranged from your family of origin like?? u don't want them having custody of your remains and misgendering you in your obituaries or whatever, or putting you through religious ceremonies that you reject
you don't want them keeping your death secret or shutting out your actual family and loved ones from your death and the grieving process just bc you didn't write up a piece of paper
and that's not even thinking about the division of your assets? stuff like savings or bonds etc if you have them, other assets if you have them - your home if you own it, your car or bike, your big pieces of tech, your collections
if you're an artist or another independent creator, who gets to receive the profits in your death, who gets to control your body of work, who inherits creative control of your work or your name? do you want your unpublished work to be finished by someone else and put out there?
and that's not even considering like. an advance directive / living will, which for many of us with chronic illnesses (esp considering long covid) are important to keep in mind, to make sure you're given appropriate care if you are rendered unable to control your own circumstances, or if you don't want to be kept on certain forms of life support, or if your family follow a religious doctrine you don't that would lead to you being denied certain medical care, etc
like i know it's easy to sort of go all-edge and be like, oh well, i don't care what happens when i die, i'm cool, etc, but like. if you have people you love and care about? if they depend on you?
and even if it's like "Oh, fuck the state, it's terrible, i shouldn't have to play by their rules" ok well if you don't have living relatives and you don't make a will then the state gets control of your assets, and wouldn't you prefer to give it to a charity or an organisation you love and trust?
like if you die in the UK and your assets can't go anywhere they go to the fucking Crown. would you rather king jackass and his line of inbred imperialists get your assets, or a trans charity? exactly.
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primus-why · 11 months
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What if TFP Megatron hadn't fumbled the bag during the Orion Pax arc...?
Like, imagine we get that scene where Orion is all "Why does this computer refer to me as Optimus Prime? Who... am I?" And instead of Megs being all "Grr, you're just my clerk, nothing more." He was... actually sort of honest?
Like obviously not 100% honest, let's be real here he's got his own agenda. But I'll bet Orion wouldn't have tried to delete his data if he had gotten an actually satisfying answer!!
For example what if it had been like:
Orion: I must know-- who... am I?
Megatron: ... *sigh* I'm not so sure I know the answer myself, Orion. This situation... it's complicated.
Orion: Then perhaps you might help me regain the memories I have lost? You explained what became of Cybertron, but I have yet to learn what has happened to me--
Megatron: -- It would have been too much! So many years lost, so much change to take in... I didn't want to overwhelm you!
Orion: I know, and I appreciate your consideration... however, these questions have been distracting me from my work...
Megatron: ... Very well. Come.
They settle down on some nook with a window. Orion's optics are glued to Megatron, while Megatron looks out said window for a beat before turning to face Orion.
Megatron: What do you remember, before I found you in those tunnels and brought you onto my ship?
Orion: I... *shifting uncomfortably* it's difficult to recall, but I believe my last memory was of us... fighting.
Megatron: Fighting?
Privately, Megatron is concerned Orion might be recalling a battle. He watches the other mech closely for his next words-- is the jig up already..?
Orion: Yes... we were arguing after the Council meeting, though I can't recall what for...
Megatron visibly relaxes a bit.
Megatron: Ah... that. Yes, I remember that day.
Orion: I had miscalculated, and my error upset you. We parted on bad terms.
Megatron: Oh, my dear Orion, that's long in the past! I hardly think back to our quarrel...
Megatron gently takes Orion's servo into his own, idly rubbing a thumb over his digits as if lost in a memory.
Megatron: Actually... your absence gave me clarity-- once I learned you were gone, I immediately realized that I missed you... regardless of what had transpired. And it hurt my spark to know we would never see each other again-- though, that turned out to not exactly be the case...
Orion is staring intensely now. He is afraid of the answer, but knows he must press on.
Orion: Megatron... what happened to me?
Megatron: After that Council meeting... you were taken.
Orion: Taken? By who??
Megatron stops rubbing Orion's servo, squeezing it instead.
Megatron: ... The Autobots, but I didn't know it at the time. I was informed you hadn't reported for work in a while. For a deca-cycle, in fact, which didn't seem like you. I tried to com, but was having no luck-- then Intel couldn't find evidence that you had even made it home after the meeting. Upon further investigation, we learned you were snatched off the street some time after we had parted ways. I knew then something bad had happened to you, but I didn't know who was responsible. Not until I saw you again... only it wasn't you--
Orion Pax: -- It was Optimus Prime.
Megatron: Yes.
Orion Pax: But... how? How could I be a Prime? I'm just an archivist-- was just an archivist... and why me?
Megatron: I'm sure you've noticed the change in your chassis. Well... we believe the Autobot warlord Ratchet used his vast medical knowledge to perform experiments on you, which allowed your body to carry the Matrix. As to why he chose you... I'm certain it was to derail our revolution efforts. It had been personal blow, seeing you change sides...
Orion: How could I abandon the cause? Did I not recognize you anymore?
Megatron: You recognized me, but you did not know me. When the Autobots declared war, Optimus Prime would charge in, always on the front line. I was one of the few fighters who could hold my own against him, and by far the best chance we had to get you to come back to your senses... but I could never reach you.
Orion removes his servo from Megatron's, instead balling it into a fist on his leg. He looks away as well to take in a steadying vent, then another... when he finds his voice again, it is soft-- but he needs to know...
Orion: ... Was it mnemosurgery?
Megatron responds equally as soft.
Megatron: For vorns, I thought that was the case. However we'd didn't find any evidence of it during your medical examination.
Orion's optics snap back to Megatron's.
Orion: Then how?! I--
Megatron: -- It seems your memory loss had something to do with the Matrix. We could test that theory, of course, but nothing would move forward without your consent, Orion. You understand?
Orion: Yes, thank you. I will consider it. And thank you again for taking the time to enlighten me. I am... sorry to have caused you all so much pain...
Megatron: Don't dwell on the darkness of the past when tomorrow promises a brighter future, my friend.
Orion: Mm... how can you be so sure? We are far from home, and the war rages on.
Megatron: Because I was able to finally reunite with someone I had thought to be lost forever. Anything seems possible to me now, even victory after all this time.
Orion blushes slightly as Megatron gets up to leave.
Megatron: I must go attend to my duties on the bridge. Would you like to join me for fuel in my quarters? Say, in the next few groons?
Orion: I would like that, very much.
As he watches Megatron depart, Orion privately wonders just what "victory" would look like, given their home has been destroyed. To what end do we fight? Perhaps I shall ask Megatron to elaborate on his vision of the future after our shifts...
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simplydnp · 21 days
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phil really kept calling 2018 a date. it's a year bestie 💞 and his commitment to it being a date had us and dan screaming
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