#We'll go with uh | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Tumblr Inc. is using 66 technologies for its website.

patiann345 · 1 year

Text

Listen, listen, hear me out ok please-

I wanna talk about Tarantulas for a second, like specifically the multiple posts I've seen of people saying "Well ofc they toned down Tarantulas, it's a kid show"

I... ?? Listen I know you guys are all referring to IDW when ya'll say that, but BW Tarantulas was like, his own breed of fucked up and BW was for all intents and purposes a kid's show. He's not the same as IDW, but again he's got his own thing that's pretty fucky. And also like. Earthspark is really dark too? Or at least it's leading up to be??

SPOILER WARNING but uh, yeah no G.H.O.S.T is hella fucked up if you think about it for more than a minute. Everything they're doing to the cons with the memory wiping and generally how they're treated is really bad (in a good way I love this show-), and also labeling Bee a 'rouge Autobot' that they're trying to arrest, yeah not cool-

Plus. The last episode of Season 1?? Mandroid and his... EVERYTHING??? Bee having his fucking energon drained???? Did we all just forget that???????

I think they absolutely could've made Tarantulas really like, fucked if they wanted to. But I don't think they wanted that, I think they wanted a new take on his character? I mean, that's a huge part of transformers, no? Look at all the different conts and how characters change between them-

Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think Tarantulas was toned down due to mandates or anything, I genuinely believe they just,, wanted to put a spin on him and make him more chill and lonesome, and something of a tragic anti-hero cause,,, I dunno, they just thought it'd be neat!

#Earthspark #Earthspark spoilers #Tarantulas #Transformers #Transformers earthspark #This is soooo rambly I'm so sorry it's like 8:30 and my brain's mushy from tests-#..I need my own talking tag #uhhhh #We'll go with uh #Roddy rambles #Yeah sure <3 #Tarantulas transformers #Tarantulas ES #TF ES #SPOILERS #es spoilers #Just trying to cover my bases-

116 notes · View notes

shining-scion · 5 months

Text

I wrote a thing and it isn't super great but

Alia’s not fond of people telling her what to do. Like… at all. Sure, it’s kind of her job, it’s kind of the thing that stupid spell specifically found her for— a role cosmically perfect for her, so that summoning said.

…It’s like this— She puts up with it. She does it with a smile and the burning electrical snark of a diviner, and all those weird creatures smile and thank her. She gets a little bit stronger, they get their problem fixed, and everyone’s happy.

Meaning she’s not some altruistic savior— well, she is, but her day to day activities are transactions. Sure, if you boiled it all down, she’s doing it because she doesn’t want an entire galaxy to blow up.

That is a bare minimum. She has the power to stop it, so why wouldn't she?

Alia huffs out a breath, and stares down at the city below her. Billboards and all sorts of screens look back at her, advertising the latest movies, products, whatever. She actually doesn’t care, not as much as she cares about running her too-strong nails against the metal skeleton of whatever construction project she’s sat atop of. She wonders if she can actually make a mark on them, if she’s that strong. …It distracts her from the fact that it’s currently 2023, almost 2024, and she answered that call in 2008. For everyone else, she’s been gone for fifteen years, and for her…

She is most certainly not twenty nine years old.

It doesn’t bother her. No one here even knows she’s alive. They don’t even know who they’re looking for. Alia almost laughs at the irony of it— almost, until she’s instantly silenced by a spike of magical energy behind her. Head snapping towards the source, she can’t help but secretly tense once she realizes the energy is from a portal. The wizard that steps out is dressed in light blues and whites, their timid face hidden behind a hood on their robe.

A Ravenwood student who hardly bothered to stand out, now working as a library assistant that didn’t try to stand out at all.

“What are you doing here? It’s dangerous.” Alia says, voice piercing through the slight wind in the air. She knows this student— a former classmate, somewhat of an ally until the stakes got far too high.

“…Ambrose… sensed a tear. He sent me after you.”

Alia scoffs, waving a hand in a way far too dismissive.

“Gramps knows I visit home sometimes. What’s different this time?”

“It’s concerning. You’re doing it more frequently, he says.”

“Concern— ha! Ok, ok, have you considered that I have the free time?”

“I’m just relaying what he said to me, and what he said to tell you.”

“I think that’s maybe the problem.” Alia replied, standing up and inching away from the edge she was sitting at. “You don’t have any opinions about it? Not a single thought as to what I might be doing here?”

“I wouldn’t make assumptions like that. We don’t know each other that well.”

“We used to. You’re not worried about what happened to your classmate?”

“You seem to be doing fine.”

Of course she was doing fine. That wasn’t the point.

“A lot’s changed, though. I know shadow magic, for Crow’s sake! I accidentally helped make an entire world— and then I promptly made a severe infraction and invaded a bunch of war ships to stop a war before it began! Half of the nations hate my guts, and let’s be honest, I’m only getting stronger. You don’t have any thoughts on that? At all?”

The Thaumaturge in front of her said nothing, reply replaced with the sounds of a sleeping cityscape and her completely still posture.

Finally, with an exhale that left ice crystals fluttering in the air for just a moment, the silence she’d constructed broke.

“You’re going to crash and burn someday.”

Alia’s gaze steeled, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She knew the other probably had more to say, and she was right.

“You treat everywhere you go like a joke. Like all its problems are just a game to be won. Where’s your regard?”

“Are you accusing me of not caring?” She retorts after a beat.

“Did I say that?”

“Kind of! It’s not an unfair assumption.”

“…If that’s what you believe.”

“Look.”

A step forward— not hostile, not trying to be, anyway. For a second she considered moving one more step closer, but stopped herself before her leg could even twitch.

“It’s… easier, when you start considering things like a challenge. If you stop thinking about things so seriously, it’s easier not to freeze up and freak out. I know I can do these things, it’s literally written in some kind of cosmic prophecy that I can. If that destiny is assured, then all I have to do is keep myself in a place where I can keep moving.”

“Yet you make choices that—“

“Do you think they should have fought over Novus?! Did you want a galaxy wide war?”

“I’m not talking about Novus!”

“Then what are you talking about?! What’s your deal?”

Another pause. She was getting sick of those.

“Consider what that careless attitude could lead to. That’s all.”

The Thaumaturge turned, stepping back through the portal and vanishing with it— magical resonance fading back into absolutely nothing— no energy around her, no faint chords from the song of creation.

Just her.

Alia glanced back at the city behind her. It felt almost alien now. Once home, now twisted by time and experience into a warped facsimile of itself.

“What a waste…”

With a shrug and causal snap of her fingers, the skies clouded, and then began their downpour assault onto the city. Rain wasn’t in the forecast, but humans didn’t control the weather. No one would question it.

She should probably head back herself.

#i'm not tagging this #I mean maybe I need a writing tag just for myself but #We'll go with uh #Wiz Thoughts #for now

0 notes

socksandbuttons · 6 months

Note

Please More bean eclipse au but… it’s sun babying Eclipse! Because he gets over his trauma via babying Eclipse right?

Also the baby carrier is funny 😄

Absolutely love that Sun gets over his trauma by babying the younger brother. In a sense its what they both need. To you and the anon who wanted something nice for Sun and Bean Eclipse interacting. Eclipse is far more comfortable being carried or held by Sun vs Moon actually. (altho like... in terms of who he'd rather be held by. Its KC, then Earth then Sun (Lunar is a contender only Sometimes). Never Monty. Moon is never perferred on this list but always over Monty.) Also just kinda... BY HEIGHT PREFERENCE LOL

Also Bonus!

Bloodmoon's arrival means i finally get to explore Bloodmoon and Sun bonding (This man jsut has trauma between these two where we settle it by Family Time because its obvious its needed and Sun admits this.) Also Bloodmoon being a bully and trying to steal attention and mess with Eclipse.

#Anyway i keep having to remind yall they just tiny. they still how they are just Beaned #Eclipse finally getting issues dealt with to a degree and bloodmoon im gonna hold at gunpoint #u are getting some therapy and proper kc interaction AND SUN THEY DROPPED ONCE AND NEVER WENT BACK ON #'lets make these guys have like that SLIVER of possible redemption and sun doing something about it and never do it'#bloodmoon torments sun sometimes but once bloodmoon discovers eclipse gets annoyed how quickly most took to bloodmoon on his 'ressurrection #(which i HAVE to think about btw. we could go OG bloodmoon route. OR or. ruin is around and made bean bloodmoon to infiltrate)#(however uh. it doesnt work via bloodmoon just straight up forgetting hes suppose to cause problem not be adopted)#but we'll get there when we get there #bean eclipse au #myart

271 notes · View notes

stbot · 11 months

Text

the new norm of studios not only cancelling shows with diverse casts and characters after a single shortened season but then immediately removing them entirely from their platforms so no one can ever legally watch them again is gross and frustrating enough on its own, but there’s something really insidious about the fact that so many of these shows were the recipients of targeted hate campaigns before they even aired just because they were deemed to be “too woke” or “too gay” and how that plays into the larger sociopolitical landscape rn.

like tv shows are not nearly as important as the very real actual human people being hurt and affected by current and proposed legislation, but we as a community and as individuals are being told on all fronts that we can’t exist; not in real life, and not even in the escapist fantasy of television shows

#i know i'm not saying anything that we as a community are not already aware of but like jesus fuck #every single time???#the finale literally aired three weeks ago!!! wtf wtf wtf #grease rise of the pink ladies #willow 2022 #willow dared to have two queer actors playing lesbian love interests #rotpl really gave me two TWO queer nonbinary actors playing lesbian love interests #and then paramount dragged me out back like an old dog while disney smoked a pipe on the porch #like netflix and amazon both suck for a myriad of reasons #but at least they keep their cancelled shows on the platforms like some macabre roadside memorial to the sapphics #guess we'll see how long that lasts #sorry to be a bummer on main but uh i am Going Through Some Things and this all is super not helping

189 notes · View notes

acoraxia · 7 months

Text

End

Chained Memories AU

(Day 1 of Monkie Destiny Challenge Prompt Month Oct. 2023)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Summary: Baigujing, in her final moments, remembers what was lost to her.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

She’s tired.

She has no true name to her body, she has no real way of identifying herself when placed side by side with a decaying corpse—she’d call herself a phantom, nothing more, nothing less, and then with a shake of the head she’d change her mind and go for a more regal name. One fit for a person destined for greatness. For a world without pain or suffering, for one where the Heavens would be made anew and the Kings of the Underworld would carry on with helping the souls pass on in peace.

She called herself Baigujing.

Baigujing feels nothing to her soul. She has witnessed all the suffering of mortals and yao, the pain and heartache mothers and sons went through. It was loss upon loss, the feeling of stitches being pulled apart, a heart cut open and never allowed to heal itself. Yet, she felt nothing but a single pang across her chest before it dissolved into a breath of frost upon her lips. She felt nothing. She feels nothing and has come to terms that that’s how it would be for all her life.

Up until Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong is not meant to exist: he was born by chance, a single rock that was flicked off its pedestal by the wind, and everything that’s happened after his birth has been a hindrance to her plans. He’s found cradled in her arms, only a few years old with no true wisdom or knowledge yet, and she stares at him with eyes devoid of light and warmth. I’ll make you proud, Wukong tells her, I’ll show you I’ll be the greatest hero this world has ever seen, and she witnesses it first hand.

Baigujing wants to regret having taken the Great Sage Equal to Heaven under her wing, but she can’t. She falls in love with the hope Sun Wukong shouts to the Heavens, the brilliance of light that pushes him to be on top of the world, letting himself fall back down into her arms because he knows she’ll catch him. He’s an enigma, he’s not meant to exist—and yet she smiles despite herself, listening to him go off about how his name is no longer Shi Hou and it’s now Mei Houwang. How certain words are banned from his kingdom, how he looks at her with gleaming eyes of gold and light and asks, “Am I the greatest king you’ve met?”

And she answers, “Yes.”

Even when he swears death to her name, screams that he’ll kill her himself—she finds herself proud of everything he’s accomplished. She’s withered and weak, a mere memory of the terror she used to be a thousand years ago. She was meant to bring the world to its knees—she was meant to rebuild it all, make it perfect for everyone to thrive in. Make it perfect for them. And he shatters that ideal, brings it to pieces right in front of her, even though he cries and screams and weeps; he causes her heartache in one fell strike, he brings her to tears and causes her to break apart.

She remembers a time when he doubted himself. Doubted his place as a rightful king and great sage.

“Is it true? Am I not worthy of calling myself Qitian Dasheng?” Sun Wukong says when they gaze upon an empty banquet. The monkeys have all gone to sleep, the yao and creatures that accompanied them for wine and fruit and fresh cut meat sprawled on the floor of the cave. The youngest monkeys shiver and hiccup, huddling onto each other for warmth, though Wukong keeps his feet planted where they are. “The Jade Emperor—his people aren’t what I expected. I thought they’d welcome me. Am I not worthy of being respected for my achievements?”

Perhaps raising a child had changed her.

Wukong frowns, clenching his fists. “Azure was right. I’ll never be anything else than a weak-willed—” “Do not speak ill of the Handsome Monkey King, young man,” comes the quiet remark, and she takes in the way he startles and looks at her. “I’ve watched him grow from a young monkey into a wise scholar and, when his kingdom was in danger, he became a warrior for them. A soldier. A protector. And I will not have you sully his name because some nameless celestials gave you a bad day.”

Baigujing crosses the cave’s path, beginning to make her way towards the mansion that was found behind the walls of the waterfall. She waits for the sound of footsteps following her, but when they don’t come she stops and sighs.

“There will never be a time where you are unworthy of your name, Sun Wukong. You were gifted that name for a reason,” she says quietly, beckoning him closer with an extended hand. He hesitates, stepping over sleeping leopards and qilin, his steps a quiet crunch of stone against soft sand. She takes his hand once he’s closer and holds it. She knows she’s cold, she knows she cannot provide the same warmth he gives to his children and subjects—yet she speaks quietly and softly.

“Please understand, Sun Wukong, that though you are nothing the world asked for, you are everything the people need.” You are a weapon, you are a savior, you are many things, and I know you won’t fail me.

He always appears more human than she expects him to be. So he brings his body to hers, wraps his arms around her, and presses his cheek to her shoulder. It’s meant to be comforting. He’s meant to seek comfort from a mother made of cloth and paper, cold and unable to feed him, uncomfortable with all her sharp edges and hollow eyes. Yet he stays there all night, murmuring how he’ll show the gods that he is worth the title of a sage. That he’s going to be the most extraordinary being the Heavens have ever seen.

And she, with all her demon qualities, cannot bring herself to control him anymore. She cannot do this when she’s sure it would make him suffer. It would make him bleed and weep real tears of anguish.

He could be loyal.

Chained and leashed for her to use as her own.

She knows how easy it would be to manipulate him; she knows to what length a child will go to make their mothers happy.

So she leaves him.

She kisses the brow where his crown will rest on, tells him to sleep alongside his grandchildren and little suns, and stays with him until she’s certain he won’t wake when she moves. “Goodbye,” she whispers against his ear, breaking the silence of the cave. It’s safer this way. She cannot sacrifice her plans for him. She cannot change her destiny. She cannot make him change for her.

Sun Wukong deserved to keep his freedom.

And it breaks her heart to know he gave it all up for the ones who hated him the most. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“I’m tired,” she says with a shaky breath on her final day of life.

Or in other words, her last day of running from Sun Wukong.

Baigujing sees him from the corner of her eye. He’s gotten taller, brighter, and yet he looks battered and broken all the same. She left him in the hands of destiny, the sweet whispers that promised her justice and righteousness—and he looks so tired that it breaks her to pieces all over again. She pulls herself up, trying to sit more properly, but Wukong stops her. His hands are on her shoulders, eyes scanning her face, and he helps her sit against the wall. There’s cracks along the edges and her blood on stone.

It has not yet dried.

Wukong makes sure to rest her head carefully against the wall.

She’s not sure how she winds up sitting next to Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, the very same soul she abandoned when he was only a boy to pursue a path that… led to nothing. Nothing at all. Only pain.

“Do you hate me?” she asks quietly. Her voice quivers and she doesn’t know why. Wukong won’t look at her.

“No,” he says.

“I did everything right,” Baigujing murmurs against the air. It’s as if the very essence of her soul is trying to get away from her. Abandon her. Leave her for dead. Her vision’s blurring and her cheek feels wet.

Though she doesn’t know why.

She says, “I found myself a champion. I made my army. I challenged Heaven. I tried to remake the world into something perfect and yet—” She takes in a sharp breath, unsure of herself. Her visions. Her calling. They’re replaced with the faint memory of tiny fingers running through her black hair, forming shapes of flowers and carefully decorated river streams. She sees herself holding a young infant, happy and waiting to see the sunrise, holding her hand as tight as possible, and breaks into pieces, mouth open to release a silent wail of regret.

She never got to see him grow.

She promised the world to him.

She swore she’d make storm clouds cry for him.

She made him clothes and carved pathways for him to choose what he wanted to do.

She watched him run with eager steps to a master who could teach him all the things she couldn’t and embraced him with open arms when he returned a scholar, a proper name to his unique soul, and kissed his head with glee over his proud achievements.

And she left him to die.

In all her selfish desires—Sun Wukong did not fit into her ideals. He was too powerful, too impulsive, too imperfect, too human for her to take him with her to destroy everything that was impure in her eyes. She wanted to start anew and forgot the faint fingerprints of tiny hands against her wrists that carried her through the years. So she cries now, because she cannot find the proper way to say she’s sorry.

“I lost Flower Fruit Mountain to a fire,” he says quietly. He doesn’t look at her either. Something soft brushes against her wrist. A flower.

It’s an illusion made of gold and ichor—yet she feels its warmth.

“The Samadhi Fire?” she rasps, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. As though something’s lodged in her throat. She gasps quietly, gulps down the little air she can muster, and tries to stay awake to hear her son’s tale.

“No. My—there was this Huntsman. Erlang Shen. He burnt down my mountain out of anger and,” Wukong breathes in sharply, exhaling that burst of air with a quiet sigh, “he made me his sworn brother. I’ve been with him in Heaven. I only left because…”

“Xiaotian.”

“Xiaotian,” he murmurs.

“His birth… I don’t know why I took him. I don’t know why I did it.” She closes her eyes, feels herself growing weaker. “I thought… if it were someone else. If it were someone that was made by Heaven’s wretched blood, I wouldn’t feel guilt. But he is so much like you, Wukong.” She thinks of bright smiles and golden-brown eyes staring at her, waiting for the words of appraisal. She thinks of tiny fingerprints against her arm, finding comfort to her side. “I hurt you both so much.”

“That’s not right,” Wukong croaks. She tries to open her eyes—but she can’t. She can’t see his expression, can’t tell what he’s thinking. She can only hear how his voice breaks right in front of her. And she can’t even hold him anymore. She’s too weak. “You left… and ruined a young boy’s life. You made him—me—us think we were only good for one thing. I searched for you. I missed you. I was found by someone who was too flawed to notice my suffering, I was dragged away by a soldier who would not hesitate to seal me away again—you left me.”

“I’m sorry.”

The world is quiet.

Her vision is white.

And then, she can open her eyes again.

It’s an empty void. It’s only them, standing opposite to each other, Wukong’s armor and red-eyes gone, the traces of the Samadhi Fire nowhere to be found on his body. Baigujing breathes. Her clothes are the ones she wore when she found him. White with traces of blue and lilac. Her hair is down, black rivers that have no end, the feeling of herself fading away strong with breath she takes.

She sighs, closing her eyes to savor the taste of life one more time, and says, “I told Xiaotian the road he’s chosen can only lead to one thing.” Baigujing looks at Sun Wukong. His eyes are filled with tears, hands and arms and body covered in scars that have not yet healed. His clothes are tattered, covered in smoke, and his fur burns with fire that could not be described by any words she knows. “Pain,” she breathes out, stepping closer to the boy she abandoned all those years ago.

She touches his cheek. Ice washes over him as he leans into her palm, eyes closed and tense, the fire fading away and turning into short, tiny tufts of light brown fur. He gets shorter, forces her to descend to her knees, and when he opens his eyes again, they’re a light shade of gold. Not yet made of a sun’s glow. She holds his face, bringing her other hand to touch it, and smiles shakily for the first time in years.

“But you can change that,” she sobs, smile widening when Wukong places his hands over hers. “Please, Wukong, take care of him before he thinks he’s undeserving of love.”

Wukong says nothing.

He steps forward, tiny hands coming to touch her face. He squishes her cheeks, curious yet firm, and, in the tiniest voice, says, “Goodbye mama.”

Baigujing smiles.

She brings him to a hug, squeezing him tightly, and with her final breath says, “Goodbye.”

#writers note #sun wukong #lmk lady bone demon #lmk sun wukong #Monkie Kid Chained Memories AU #my writing #UHM #ANYWAYS #POSES #chained memories au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #THIS IS UH THE PROLOGUE YKNOW.... so we'll be going backwards #poses elegantly #alas #Monkie Destiny Challenge #❄️🌸#lady bone demon #this was supposed to be silly and yet here i am yknow idk im just sitting here guys

89 notes · View notes

unforth · 2 months

Text

(Screen cap follows)

(/screencap)

It's always intriguing to me how a subset of people reading 2ha reinvent this opinion, because of what assumptions it implies they're making about other readers with all the confidence of having only read a fraction of the story.

Like, inevitably, some subset of people who read 2ha constantly believe that basically all the other readers, AND THE AUTHOR HERSELF, are telling them "ignore the nice one, pick the mean one," and they assert this as if it's never occurred to them that maybe the 2/3rds of the book they haven't read yet might contain information and reveals about these characters that will change their views.

I guess I just don't get it? To me the way 2ha is framed, in those early chapters I was definitely thinking "I don't get ranwan yet..." but knowing what others said and who the main ship was I felt like the whole book had a huge "wait for iiiiiit" flag on it.

I guess I just can't fathom reading a book the way I see some people read 2ha. It's honestly an intriguing insight in some respects into a very different way of engaging with source material than I do.

Anyway, for people who've read the entire book, what to ship is absolutely a matter of opinion. You do you.

For people who haven't... weird flex tbh. Definitely recommend you revisit this post around chapter 285/290.

#2ha #unforth rambles #i thought about reblogging op but i dont really want to put them on blast or expose them to spoilers #but i just like uh wow #definitely everything we're going to learn about these three characters has already been revealed in book 3 of the eng translation #we'll see how that turns out for you op

23 notes · View notes

dollypopup · 11 months

Text

i hope to god the 'penelope rejects colin's marriage proposal' trope isn't in the season. i hate the idea that he would completely break her boundaries after she says no. i hate the idea of penelope telling him something and him disregarding it when their whole thing is that he listens to her. i hate how this trope is a complete misread of his character. i hate the lack of recognition that colin respects penelope too much to go 'nah, she just needs some convincing'.

and i think the 'well??? are you gonna marry me or not????' scene in the carriage when penelope falls flat on her face from shock straight onto the cobblestones is cute, actually, and i will never be sorry for it

#polin #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #listen i respect people writing what they want #make your fics and your fanart and all that!#but i love that this couple features a man who is respectful of boundaries and apologizes and cares deeply about other people #and i don't think 'no i won't marry you' 'eeeeeeeh you just need me to ask you a few more times' is. . .uh. . .keeping with that character #give me penelope open mouthed like a fish going 'huh? you? me? marry???' and colin like 'are you gonna give me an answer before it rains?'#when it is dry as a bone w/ clear skies and she says so and he replies with 'yeah well at this rate we'll be here long after it starts'#all teasingly before she accepts #ANY DAY #that shit is adorable

67 notes · View notes