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that-one-weird-cloud0 · 4 months
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Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*
Clark: *comes to visit*
Clark: hey Bruce?
Bruce: yes?
Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?
Bruce: what 0-0
Danny: oh shit
Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?
Clark: *even more freaked out*
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catofoldstones · 2 months
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this manga is so unserious 😭
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lemoneste · 3 months
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He knows
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yennyinc · 9 months
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Acceptance!
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willgrahamscock · 1 year
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idk call me crazy, but I don’t think food & housing should be “earned” because we’re all alive against our will? why shouldn’t people receive the bare minimum to survive at least
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mattodore · 4 months
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somehow managed to make matthias look even more bitchy
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pixlokita · 5 months
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I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌
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asteriskemily · 2 years
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Have some (mostly) in universe Yugioh Memes
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sugartitstownley · 5 months
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Me trying to explain what happens after canon
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allmyhomieshatelawns · 3 months
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Hiiiiii everyone I’ve become obsessed w Trolls, and by extension, several of the AUs here. In particular, @djmurphy ‘s Hypno Pop AU has had me in its clutches. I couldn’t stop myself so I wrote a lil somethin’ in between working on my Feral!Branch AU.
Bit of a warning, it’s def unreliable narrator, and yes, it’s supposed to be kinda creepy. I hope y’all like, please do not copy or post to another site. Lmk what y’all think!
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, heh, heh, eheh…" It wouldn't stop, no matter what I tried, nothing would make it stop. My face hurt, my entire body hurt if I was being honest. It was getting harder to do that. My voice wasn't my own, instead spewing false, toxic positivity that made me want to scream. It was hard to be honest even inside my own head when the compulsions wouldn't leave me alone either.
Keep Smiling. The compulsions hurt, but it hurt worse to try and resist. Like my nerves were being burnt. The compulsions made it easier to go about my day-to-day. I always knew what I was supposed to be doing, and how to be a good troll like everybody else. It was comforting to have a safety net.
Keep Singing. This one was harder to obey, but somehow even more painful to try and ignore. Whether I obeyed or not, it felt like liquid fire in my veins. I watched it happen over and over and over again. Every time I opened my mouth to sing, I saw her push me out of the way instead. It was painful fighting to go grey. My vocal cords always felt shredded, and they had lost a lot of their angelic body, sounding raspy, damaged.
Go To King Peppy. My numb feet carried me to the King's pod that he shared with his youngest daughter. I wasn't supposed to talk about Viva either, which was wrong. Poppy should know about her older sister, even if she never got to meet her. I knew a little about my parents, even if they had been taken before my egg hatched. At least I knew my parents existed. I wonder what my brothers are up to…
Part of me yearned to have them home still, that same part I was scared was getting dependent on the string. I would feel my feet quickening as the power of the string would begin to fade, heading to King Peppy's door, knowing I wouldn't skip. It was horrifying to think part of myself actually liked being like this. I still remembered resisting, or trying to, hating every moment of this prison. I remembered trying to scream, trying to get anyone to help me and I couldn't make myself do anything. Oh after the first close calls King Peppy had made sure to put in the compulsions to 'never alarm anyone'. Now people didn't panic when they saw me, and it was all thanks to King Peppy!
I reached King Peppy's office, knocking politely and entering the room as he bid me. King Peppy helped me when no one else could. He was the only one able to help me get rid of my greyness, the only one willing to do what it took to make me normal. I owed him everything. My smile was blindingly painful.
"Ah, Branch, perfect timing as always." King Peppy smiled broadly, opening his arms for a hug.
I leapt into his arms, the contact feeling like licking flames.
King Peppy held me for a moment, before setting me back down. He reached into his hair, pulling out a nearly-empty lyre, with one glittering pink string on it.
My heartbeat quickened seeing it, eyes tunneling to focus on the horribly beautiful string. It glowed with its own light, drawing me in and re-thickening the haze over everything I saw. I felt my shoulders begin to relax as the haze crept further, like a wild animal with its eyes hooded.
A few plucks of the string, and I felt my mind wash away in a comfortable haze. All of the anxiety and negativity bleeding away to the innermost recesses of myself. It was such a relief to not have to deal with all of those pesky emotions! Now I could just be happy and sing and dance and have fun like everyone else!
I smiled, my face comfortably numb from the fresh effects of the string. "Thank you, King Peppy! I feel much better now!" I chirped, hardly able to see him at all through the haze.
"I'm so glad to hear that, Branch! Now, I've still got some work to finish up, why don't you run along and find someone to play with until you're called for dinner?" King Peppy chuckled as he suggested it, placing the sacred string back in its spot, safely in his hair.
The village was still bustling even at this hour, people skipping about and holding hands and singing and dancing. It was amazing.
My whole body felt like it was floating, like I was only connected to it by a tiny string. I waved and smiled at everyone who greeted me, even if I couldn't tell who had spoken to me. It unnerved me not being able to see more than a couple of troll-lengths away at best. No shadows to see a hand reaching down for–
"Hey, Branch! There you are! I was just looking for you!" Princess Poppy's cheerful voice broke in before a compulsion could correct my thought.
My head whipped around to her voice, my smile still painful, but a little more genuine. Princess Poppy was a sweet girl, even if she was annoying. She was perfect and would make an excellent queen one day.
"Princess! What can I do for you today?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her. She wasn't that much shorter than me, but I would take any excuse to get off of them. I had to stay fresh for more dancing, after all!
She beamed at me, somehow making it look effortless and completely sincere.
"One of the performers for my party tonight had to backout last minute. Would you be able to fill in? I don't need a full set or anything, just a couple of songs." Her voice was pleading, eyes big and pouty. She should know by now I can't say no to her.
"Of course, what's the theme for the party?" My grinning kept up, my lips not allowed to turn down in her presence.
"Thank you so much Branch you have no idea how much this means to me!" Poppy rushed out in one breath, leaping at me and hugging me tightly. I responded automatically, not having to think about hugging back. That was the nice thing about being a puppet in your own body at least.
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ishipmutualrespect · 7 months
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GOOD GIRL
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callsign-relic · 4 months
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There’s something about Cybertronian feelings the same emotions that humans do that hits hard.
There’s such drastic differences between Cybertronian kind and human kind. Size is one, biology is another. Cybertronians can do so many more things that humans can’t, and I’m certain you could say the same thing for humans.
But despite the differences in the two species, there are also such strong similarities.
They both built societies, have social hierarchies, cultures, etc.
And even if it is less normalized for Cybertronian kind in some cases, they can also feel the same range of emotions that humans can.
So imagine a human with a bot they barely know yet. They’re completely unaware of how similar they are despite being two vastly different alien species. The bot is sat high above, the human slowly and cautiously approaching their legs as they come closer to investigate a strange sound they heard from this direction. Surely it couldn’t have been the bot making that sound, right? Because it sounded way too much like—
Then, the human looks up to the bot’s face, and sees they’re crying.
Streams of lubricant are rolling down their cheeks, their face contorted and wrinkled into distress. The bot wasn’t even trying to hold it in at this point, who knows how long they were going for by now. Soft little hiccups stumble through their voice box, their whole frame shaking and quivering as the futilely wipe at the endless flow of lubricant pouring down their optics.
The human is shocked. They had no idea these robots could feel sad, much less cry. They felt like they had just invaded a very private moment…
And yet, rather than try to sneak away, the human hesitantly reaches a hand out to the mech’s pede. Slowly, they place their hand atop it, gently rubbing and trying to reassure the big bot as much as they could with their comparatively tiny body.
The bot is startled, looking around in a panic and quickly raising their pedes, only to finally bring their gaze downwards and lock eyes with the human.
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cosmic-chat · 10 months
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Thought of them
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Original
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firephoenix23 · 4 months
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Father Vox and Sister Alastor anyone 😂
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hahaweevil · 5 days
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“Aw, crap!”
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favouritefi · 8 months
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Bruh so wild to see my ofmd s2 tweets being crossposted on tumblr and having nonizzy guys commenting in the tags like bruh stop this was not meant for your eyes
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