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starliights-shining · 5 months
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Prowl doesn't understand Periods, He can't wrap his processor around the fact that every month you have this one week where you are in constant pain. He'll read up on it, find book after book explaining and talking about it so he CAN fully understand what you are going through. He fears to ask you, unable to bring it up in fear of you getting snappy or having an adittude. He read every article about menstration, he'll read blog after blog post about the different flow cycles and how every women differs in their needs and wants during this time. He'll wonder if you enjoy sweets more during this time, do you prefer chocolate or ice cream? Do you want sour or sweet candy. He'll even attempt to buy you pad or tampons just so he can make sure you don't have to leave the house for them. His optics scanning the large selection of differnt brands, it'll overwhelm him. Making him feel clueless and as if his research was not good. He knows the brand you use but just doesn't know which one of the many differnt types. Heavy flow ones? Overnight ones? He'll stare, the boxes blurring in his vision. He gives up, turning around with his basket of sweets. He'll make his way home to you. Opening the door and seeing your house dark, one lamp lighting up the hallway. Your door is open and its quite, no light coming from your room. He'll call out you name, walking into your room to wake you, but instead he'll see you curled up in bed. Phone brightness down as far as you you can get it. Your eyes glassy as you watched the tiktok video on you the sad song sounding through the room. Your little sniffles can be heard. You'll turn your head, attempting to hide your tears and runny nose. He'll come to your side and ask you whats wrong. A worried expression on his face plating. You'll just show him the video. He'll sigh, servos moving to grab you and pull you to him. Your crys carry on, the sad music reminding you of what you saw. He's shushing you, rubbing you back and once your finally calmed down. He'll hand you what he calls a care package. He'll watch your entire face light up, your tear stained beaming with a smile. Your phone no longer playing the sad music, and even if it was, you weren't paying to much attention to it right now. His care package is thoughtful, carefuly planned and and maybe some last minute additions, but youre in love with it. Your eyes tear up again and your lips frown and he thinks he's upset you. A panic sets in as he watches you attempt to not cry.
"I sorry, I should have asked what kinda snacks and sweets you liked. I just thought you'd enjoy-"
"Prowllllll, I love it. It's so sweet!!"
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daftmooncretin · 4 months
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spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.
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for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing
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g1ngerbeer · 4 months
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mutual 1: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good mutual 2: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good mutual 3: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good mutual 4: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good mutual 5: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good mutual 6: god i sure wish this thing i think about 24/7 was good
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allskywalkerswhine · 7 months
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in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda
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nouverx · 8 months
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Redraw of my favourite scene. I don't know how to be normal about this, I love them so much
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forecast0ctopus · 1 month
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yo i think my doctor got in a fistfight
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spirk-trek · 2 months
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I ALMOST SPIT OUT MY DRINK HE REALLY WENT "aww... anyway bye!"
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marxistgnome · 1 year
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Memes shared by kids who grew up on starships I think they should have sea scout/land scout beef with kids that grew up on Starbases
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ashdoodle-s · 1 month
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The final victor
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galactic-rhea · 3 months
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Padmé, please.
AU where Anakin leaves the jedi order, but still shows up from time to time "to help".
Original post here
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starliights-shining · 5 months
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Prowl using you like a Fleshlight, his servos gripping your plush hips pulling and pushing you back down onto his spike. He doesn't stop, no mercy for your smaller frame. He gives small grunts and groans, his voice on the thin line of falling into whimpers and whines as he fuck you. You own moans loud and whore sounding, you couldn't hold back, that primal feeling to let out all your sounds and noises as he used you for his own pleasure. He barely has time to speak to you, no thought behind his optics as he watching his spike magically disappear in you. He flips you, no longer fascinated with the dip of your spine. He watches his spike peak against your sotmach, its outline being porminate enough to be seen.
"You like that, my spike pushing against you like that."
You opened your mouth to say something, but all you could do was babble. Head empty as you attemped to give out the words yes and sir, but all you could do was moan. Moan open and drool dripping.
"Can't even speak, I'm fucking you so damn good."
He was right, you tried your best to give small nods to the mech between your legs. He still did slow, nodding along with you. He let go of one hip, digits coming up to you mouth. He opened his in an 'ah' fashion.
"Come on,"
You obeyed, opening your mouth wider as you looked up at the mech.
"Good girl."
He placed his digits on your tounge, earning a low rumble from you. HIs fingers went deeper, until you were deep throating them. His thumb grabbing at your chin, anchoring him in your mouth as his thrust speed up. He wants you to finish, chase that same high he's been chasing, and this new position was truly doing it for you.
"Good fucking girl."
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bixels · 4 months
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I watched the original Muppets movies recently.
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loth-creatures · 1 year
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🏳️‍🌈BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍⚧️BE GAY DO CRIMES 🏳️‍🌈 BE G A Y DO CRIMES🏳️‍⚧️ FINALLY FINISHED YEEHAW 
MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU FUCKERS
NOW GO CAUSE SOME TROUBLE KARK SHIT UP LETS GOOOO
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deadsetobsessions · 4 months
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Danny no longer has a haunt. So… he decides to find another one. And while he technically has a whole world (other dimensions aren’t an option because he’s going to stay near where Jazz’s grave is, damn it) there’s only a couple of other places with enough ambient ectoplasm to sustain him. Nanda Parbat, Tokyo, and Gotham.
Nanda Parbat had a weird old musty immortal that kept trying to summon him and exchange power for the ability to “take a worthy body and rain as much destruction” as he’d like. As if Danny would need a body to bring the world to its knees.
Tokyo… it’s too far from Jazz’s grave. He could ask Wulf or even open his own portal but when Danny tried it out, Tokyo was too peaceful. Obviously there’s crime, but nothing… nothing big like Danny’s used to.
Danny ends up picking Gotham, even if the sewer zombies and the weird group of rich fruit loops with an adoption problem creeps him out. So, he destroys the portal, packs up his parents’ house and sells it, and hauls ass to the cesspool calling his name. His family’s stuff is stored respectfully in a vault located on the deepest parts of his personal haunt in the Infinite Realms.
And honestly, he’s doing better. Sure, he’s got a shitty apartment near another revenant’s almost-haunt and he feels like he’s drowning all of the time, but Danny isn’t in danger of turning into Dan, he’s catching up on royal paperwork, and he’s got like a job as a barista. In his own coffee shop that paid for using his parent’s money (who, despite their hazardous everything, made a crap ton of money off of their more normal inventions).
Gotham’s got some pretty interesting local gangs, most of which respected the sanctity of Danny’s cafe. Sure, they tried blowing it up and tried extorting money from him in the form of “protection costs” but after three months of failure, they gave up.
(Really, the local gangs gave up when they saw him take three shotgun shells to the chest and continued to work.) (They didn’t know it never hit him. Intangibility is extremely useful.)
The Rogues, on the other hand, just gave Danny flashbacks. Their gimmicks are different, sure, but after years of Box Ghost, Skuller, Lunch Lady, etc., Danny’s more than done with costumed villains. They don’t bother him either. Some of the reason is probably due to Harley and Ivy, who had walked into the cafe and (because they were bruised and scratched up from a fight) triggered Danny’s mother hen tendencies. They were promptly fed and watered and caffeinated and their hyenas were also similarly taken care of. They declared the cafe under their protection and that was that.
Red Hood stops by, and begins to interrogate him. But when Danny met his… helmet eyes? The crime lord paused, paid for his coffee, and sat in a corner table of the cafe for the rest of the day.
And he kept coming back?
But Danny figures it’s because Hood was a revenant and people who had come close to death tends to feel more comfortable around him.
(Considering this is Gotham where people almost die every other day? Yeah, he’s pretty much friends with everyone. Or at least, less likely to get shot.)
(Hood does stay because of the King’s presence and the Pit calming itself, but also Danny’s hot and he’s got a sleeper build and Hood definitely did not imagine himself in the place of the heavy box he saw Danny lift effortlessly onto a table. No.)
But of course, the peace couldn’t last forever. But by then, Danny was so antsy, he welcomed the trouble with open arms.
It starts with a clown. Danny knows who he is. He knows who Danny is.
So, Danny has no idea why the clown thought it would be a good idea to aggravate the owner of Gotham’s official neutral grounds. See, Clovkwork? Danny’s learned how to gauge his own political importance!
“HAHAHAHAHA! COME OUT, DANNY-BOY! LET ME TELL YOU A JOKE!”
Danny comes out and grabs a chair, and with a flat expression, says, “you’re not funny and I hate clowns.”
And then he swings and slams the chair into the Joker’s face. Over and over again until Danny’s sure the clown won’t get back up. The thing about Gotham’s outdoor chairs is that they’re mad out of steel and are bolted down to the ground to prevent undedicated thieves (dedicated thieves can and will steal the bolted down steel chairs). The Joker’s hired muscle just watched this scrawny twenty-something year old yank the steel chair and take some of the fucking ground and the bolts with it and beat the fuck out of their boss who is the literal Joker.
They surrender on the spot and is taken to jail. Danny just smiles at the officers who come by and since he’s got pretty privilege and they don’t want to mess with the guy who, again, owns one of Gotham’s official neutral ground and also beat up Joker without breaking a sweat, the officers just lets him go with a warning.
And then the bats comes, and wow, Danny’s playing mentor to a formally dead person again!
But before that, the Red Hood asks for an autograph on the Gotham Gazette article with a picture of a tired Danny standing over Joker’s prone body. Then Hood stammers through asking Danny out (which Danny said yes to because he’s tired, not blind, and Hood is built like a brick house and HOT).
Batman interrogates him. Danny, who can tell that this man needs therapy and is Sad TM, tells Bats that Danny’s died before and that’s why he’s like this. He also calls Batman a furry, but like in a nice way. And then he kicks Batman out with a coffee and a file on Nanda Parbat.
Now, Danny’s got a date to prepare for and he realizes that maybe this is what Jazz wanted for him- to be happy and mostly safe and happy. (Or, happier, he thinks. It’s been a long time since he’s been truly happy, but this might be a good start)
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forecast0ctopus · 4 months
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these guys am i right
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spocksgotemotions · 8 months
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Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.
Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.
Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop
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