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mechawhatsit · 21 days
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Dear Transformers Fandom,
Anybody else getting spammed to hell and back with non related posts flooding the transformers tag? I'm getting everything from generative AI (ew), p0rn bots (double ew), to completely random mass posts of like nature photography but tagged with transformers and other fandoms.
I hate having to use the report/block system so often just to be able to get the giant robot fix for the day.
Sincerely,
A Very Tired Fellow Fan
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poketrainrot · 1 year
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I keep coming across people redesigning and complaining about the bros' shoes and I just-
You do realize the design choice was intentional, right? Not just on the grounds that they were based lightly off clowns and were supposed to be goofy, but speaking as someone who works in a very hazardous environment for their job, their shoes are very clearly made to represent steel toes?
The safety twins are OSHA compliant!
They wear steel toed shoes for their safety and the safety of others!!
I know they look goofy as hell, but they're like that for a reason! Please stop giving them non safety certificated footwear while on the job and in uniform!!!
Sincerely,
A very stressed out city worker that gets anxiety attacks seeing the subway twins not wearing proper safety gear.
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stillheresanctuary · 1 month
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So. It's Been A While.
That last update was a bit prophetic, wasn't it.
Uhm, I guess I should give a sort of summary of the last... Two? Three years? For people that are still lingering.
I'll put the bulk of it under a read more, but TL;DR- Parks Department job has panned out really well, had to move out a second time due to Stuff, Dad had a second stroke and passed away from complications, my mom's dog passed away from a malignant tumor, and I'm currently doing a lot of juggling to help Mom and myself try to survive.
Could be better. Could be a lot worse.
For folks that want some more details, well-
I'll get the rough stuff out of the way first.
My dad died. It'll be two years this October. He had a second stroke, and went from slow but steady improvement to a rapid decline that ended with Mom and I mutually agreeing that his quality of life had degraded so badly it was basically torture forcing him to stay alive. He wasn't quite a vegetable at the end, but it was close. He couldn't talk. He couldn't articulate his needs. He couldn't take care of himself in any fashion.
I sat and waited in his hospice room, and saw when the final breath left his body. There is no possible means to describe the Certainty, and the Relief. Knowing he was gone, and that he was no longer suffering.
Neither Mom or I have really had the space to fully process it. His ashes have yet to be scattered, and we haven't be able to coordinate a wake for the extended family. I don't know if we'll ever have one at this rate, but we want to give him a send off for everyone to properly say their good byes.
Less than two months after Dad passed, Mom called me crying. Tali, our family dog for the last 16 years, hadn't been feeling very well for a while, and gave Mom a couple bad scares before she finally had to be rushed to an emergency vet. They found out that Tali had been developing a tumor, and while it wasn't metastasized or actively malignant, it had begun to interrupt body functions and after a sudden seizure, had caused internal bleeding so bad they weren't sure she would survive being sedated let alone surgical intervention.
We decided it would do her a disservice to force her through such an invasive procedure, with no guarantee of recovery, let alone good health.
Mom and I both held her as the doctors gave her a fatal dosage of anesthetic, and she passed away peacefully. Her ashes are also still with us, waiting for us to decide how to honor her life.
On to less miserable topics-
Moving house! Happened cause the roommates we moved in with ended up paranoid assholes who tried to get us evicted and/or arrested on falsified charges of theft! We had to call up the sheriff, police and the landlord, as well as a tenant-landlord lawyer, to get the roommates of our backs. We moved out as soon as we were able to keep their assholery from reoccurring and possibly resulting in legal actions.
My partner and I ended up staying with a mutual friend for a couple months while we hunted for a new place, and now we've been staying in a pretty nice duplex that we're currently hoping won't price us out come the next lease reup (there's consulting of tenant-landlord lawyers in the plan for negotiating with the landlord). Other than fretting over funds, we're pretty alright.
Job! Parks and Rec invited me back to a longer season, and I just recently got invited back again, and I may actually apply for a year round full time position. The people are great, I enjoy the work I do, the benefits are excellent, and I even have a supervisor who Gives A Shit for once.
Pretty sure the job kept me from a depression spiral when Dad and Tali passed away back to back.
Rapid fire what else- Got a new to me car, reconnected with a bunch of friends from old fandoms, made new friends in an entirely new fandom, started looking into possibly going back to school, helped my mom with buying a house and a car, got sick with Covid twice, got two cavities drilled and filled, played way too much Cult Of The Lamb...
I think that's it? At least, that's all I can remember anymore.
It's been A Lot.
What does this say for this project?
Well, I still want to put work into it. I want to reinvest myself and my interests into this world that I've created. Considering current Tumblr drama, I may end up seeing how much I can transition over to something less fragile, like Neocities. I haven't made a webpage in so long it's ridiculous, but it could be worth it to mirror all my Tumblr projects onto something that I can actually archive.
It's a bit up in the air, and I apologize in advance if I vanish again, since I'm going to be going back to work at the end of March and I'm not sure how much energy I'll have to juggle. Whatever happens-
Thank you all for participating in this experience with me. You all have made this silly little side project a true joy, and I'm thankful for everyone who has made it possible.
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senselessalchemist · 7 months
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Shrug
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beanghostprincess · 1 month
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Zoro would cringe so much if he looked back at his past self from when he met Luffy.
Past!Zoro: I can't cut this cell! Guess I'll just carry with my bare hands the guy I just met and instantly fell in love with while I'm bleeding out.
Zoro: Ughhhuhhshhhgughhh what are you doing iughhh it's so fucking lame why did I do that???? I couldn't even cut the damn thing and then I just carried Luffy like that ughhhhwghhh
Nami: This has to be so embarrassing for you right now
Zoro: Ughwhhhhhhughhh I was so weak back then
Nami: And you wanted Luffy so bad-
Zoro: Fuck you. Shut up. Shit, I was a loser. I hate myself. Iughghhh.
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good-beanswrites · 3 months
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Remembering how Futa said in one timeline that there’s no way a woman could beat a man in a fight and got his ass beat. Can you do a crackfic of the girls beating him up for that?
Ahahaha thank you for the request!! This was really fun to write omg -- and well deserved, there was no need for all that in the timeline convo 😤 He was too busy thinking of leverages and forms he failed to consider the fury of a woman scorned..... may he rest in peace......
Fuuta didn’t even know what he did to earn himself an ass-beating.
“Oh, you know what you did,” Yuno said. She closed the cell door behind her. 
Whatever it was, it had managed to anger every woman on the premises. He thought it took a lot to get girls riled up this much – something like cheating on them or calling them names, you know? But without a single action on his part, he found himself facing Yuno, Muu, and Amane. All three had a fire in their eyes that Fuuta was not liking the look of. 
Mahiru had pointed him to his cell, saying Es was looking for him there. She spoke strangely as she did it, and waited awkwardly outside as he went in, but everyone around here was a little odd. How was he supposed to distinguish when people were being murderer-in-a-supernatural-prison weird from setting-a-trap-to-corner-him-in-his-cell weird?
He waved his palms in front of him. “Listen, listen! Let’s just talk, okay? Let’s slow down.”
Muu cracked her knuckles.
Amane began rolling up her sleeves in perfect creases. “You have doubted our abilities. We will make you a believer.”
Fuuta took a few steps back. His voice came out loud and frantic. “What are you talking about? If you’re looking to pick a fight, you better think twice, because I’m not gonna hit a girl or anything.”
“Oh, good!” Yuno’s voice was as bubbly as always as the three closed in. “That will make our job a lot easier.”
He felt his back hit the wall. “I mean it, let’s just talk about this for a sec! Hey!”
Mikoto’s voice came from outside the cell. 
“Mappi? What’s going on in there?”
“Yes!” Fuuta called, “Mikoto! Help! They’re gonna kill me in here!”
“Oh, no need to worry~ The girls are just teaching him a little lesson about not saying awful things.”
“Isn’t this going a bit too far…? What did he even say?”
“Nothing! Come on, get me the fuck outta here!”
“I believe his exact words were, ‘there’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man.’”
Fuuta paled. He did say that, didn't he...
“Oh crap. Yeah, that’d do it. Carry on.”
“Wha–? Mikoto!” 
He gaped at the three in front of him. 
He remembered a hero in a video game who had faced off against an unbeatable foe; a glorious knight who came to understand that he could never conquer the world-razing dragon before him. After giving his all, and seeing his fate was sealed, the hero had no choice. In a manly show of valor, he’d lifted his chin, closed his eyes, and accepted his impending, gory death.  
Yuno's gaze was cold as she raised her arms. Muu had a hungry look in her eyes. Amane clenched her fists, her posture perfect.
It wasn’t a dragon, but Fuuta would argue this was a good deal more dangerous. He lifted his chin and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Get ‘em, girls!”
Kotoko approached just as the other girls filed out of Fuuta’s cell. They had giddy looks on their faces. They giggled and whispered in a huddle as they walked around the panopticon. 
“Wow, Muu!”
“Haha, I didn’t know you had it in you!”
“That felt amazing…”
Kotoko didn’t know what kind of game they were all playing in there, but Fuuta was in for a big surprise now. The fun was over. Today was the day she acted out her responsibilities as Es’ fang. Today was the day she delivered justice. 
She swung the cell door open. Her eyebrows shot up. 
Her head whipped around to take a look at the girls, still complementing one another and laughing lightly.
Hell, her work here was already done.
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raindrvq · 1 year
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the absolute betrayal i feel when someone tries to change the subject when im infodumping. like why are you trying to talk about something else dont you wanna hear about the taco bell worker who wants to be a french hooker cmon
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malevolententity · 5 months
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i think no matter what happens between bolas and soulfire its going to be so interesting between bbh cellbit. cellbit lost his son 2 months ago. cellbit Just lost his husband. theres absolutely nothing stopping him anymore. bolas is fully supporting him in purgatory anything he says theyll follow because they admittedly dont want to win, they just want soulfire to loose.
purgatory is absolutely triggering cellbit and bbh back to their hunger games thought process. bbh who raised and trained and Shaped cellbit into the hunger games strategist he is. cellbit is on a full vengeance path. when they meet again and its the final wire who will win? because either way will be glorious for their personal stories. will the mentor put down his student? will the studen outsmart and outplay his mentor because he learned everything bbh knows and picked up some strategies after they parted ways?
will they return to the island and everything is water under the bridge understanding that it was a loose loose situation? or will resentment stay despite knowing the situation because the feelings in purgatory Are real. i can not Wait to see how these two make each other worse
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sporkberries · 1 year
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Is this anything?
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spotsupstuff · 1 year
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headcanon that Moon's AI isn't capable of understanding any art form. she can tell when a picture is pretty, but she can't tell for the life of her what kind of emotion it is supposed to carry. prose is completely lost on her and music is more of a distraction than something helpful/nice. she'd be the kind of person you'd see in a gym exercising without music, focusedly staring into the middle distance as if she was planning murder
this wasn't done out of melicious intent or anything! all the older models don't quite Get It. the AI tech just wasn't developed enough yet
on the other hand, Pebbles loves art fully and endlessly (as canon tells us). he finds empathizing with prose very easy and reading stuff expressing anguish helps him feel better. because he isn't alone in this, feeling like this isn't wrong. he's the kind of person who, even though they don't do art themselves, would be able to give you very fair criticism and compliment the smallest ittiest bittiest details of a picture. he'd be all over palettes, would be so fascinated by shape language- bold strokes vs precise slow strokes. he has the whole music theory memorized and loves to analyze songs but also he's able to just. sit back and enjoy them or let them play in the background. a song could calm him down or hype him up, while it would hold no effect over Moon
when he found out about the whole "old models are incapable of grasping the feelings produced by art forms" from Moon he was Absolutely Distraught. he probably came to her with a piece he really wanted to talk about and she just couldn't hold the conversation. so he set himself up to explain to her what each piece is supposed to mean. he was VERY determined to do it. with a laugh, Moon let him. because she likes spending time with her little brother and he's so passionate about this- it's a joy to see him talk that animatedly
she might not understand the hidden feelings of a painting, but she can definitely join in Pebbles' happiness and fascination
also this is canon and you can't convince me otherwise
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lollipopmixclo9 · 3 months
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G-Gehrman Sparrow/Klein Moretti | Lord of the Mysteries
"I'm a polite person.
"When visiting someone's place for the first time, overstaying would be impolite."
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wobblefloss · 2 years
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STUFF I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN I WAS STILL ABLED...
You end up inventing a language.
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Words and phrases I used before just do not cover these new chronic illness and disability sensations.
Explaining to doctors aside, because they need specifics and concrete examples and I end up talking to them in exhausting paragraphs and lists, I still want to have casual conversations with people who know and care about me. Who ask how I'm doing.
I need shorthand for recurring weirdness. So I burble something and if it sticks? Woo hoo! ¡Vocabulario!
I tell friends, "The bottom fell out," when my body has pulled the energy plug on my brain and I am powering down right now. Probably gonna sleep? Right here. Wherever that is.
I use "skittles everywhere," as a quick summary of 'yes, I had my thoughts together and it was a pretty good day, but I got confused about something suddenly--maybe it was an emotional hit? maybe a stress situation?'--and my thoughts scattered like I dropped a whole bowl of candies and no, I cannot do anything useful about it; I am gonna stand here and blink at this debris field for a bit cause I have completely forgotten what I was doing.' It's kinda like "the bottom fell out" but more about thoughts and not so much about energy.
There's words I picked up online in disability spaces like "spoons," "flares," "scrombled," and "potsie." (More about the legit joys of online community later.)
And then there's using words that everyone uses, but not how everyone uses. My energy is fragile today. My thoughts are just a crust, so I don't trust them to last. Oops, yeah. Fell through. Now ham-brain.
And it's communicating, but quick and kinda surface level.
Like, we all know "pins and needles" if, say, your foot falls asleep. But there's no cultural touchstone for, "my circulation is very poor today, so the weight of my blood is pooling in my lower limbs and I can literally feel myself getting dumber the longer I stand up because my brain is not getting enough oxygenated blood right now and it is kinda like drowning, yet there's no sense of breathing urgency or air hunger just now, but that part will be happening shortly because my heart rate is climbing and I'm starting to prickle with sweat."
So I just tell my loved ones, "Feelin' potsie," and they cut me some slack. And find me a chair. And that's good enough for now.
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Being able to communicate with other people keeps me from despair, honestly. I recommend building your own language without shame.
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Seems like something we should all know.
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Disability happens to people without our control or consent. Every single disabled person has strong feelings about their own situation and I would not presume to talk about anyone’s thoughts but my own. But none of us chose to do life on hardmode, so if the world could listen this month, there’s a lot to say.
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poketrainrot · 1 year
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I have lost control of my life and I am compensating with tiny SubMas based off of the books by Lynne Reed Banks.
My pal Curi and I recently discovered we both love the book The Indian In The Cupboard by Lynne Reed Banks, and I've been listening to the audiobook (and losing my whole ass mind as a very gentle English lady tries to pull of a thick Texan drawl). And because brain rot will brain rot, I have smashed together concepts in my head to result in what I have come to call the Cupboard AU.
The basic concept from the books is this- There is a metal cupboard that, when locked with a specific key, can made plastic objects real. Only plastic, and only with the specific key. The people that the plastic become are real people, very likely taken from some point in history (I haven't read enough of the books to know for certain), and who have their own lives in the past.
This is where my brain goes WHEEEEEE!!!
Because my thought is this- What if there is a children's toy series of the Wardens of Hisui? What if Ingo, the mysterious Warden of the Cliffs, had a figure that was a little plastic toy in a set with a little plastic Lady Sneasler and other things? What if the toys are based off of old Pokeshi dolls that are the only known imagery of the Warden outside a few very faded photos and drawings in the ancient pages of the very first Pokedex?
What if something happens, and Warden Ingo wakes up, very tiny and very confused, in a world he can almost recognize but doesn't know why?
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starsandthorn · 7 months
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ah. so elynas and durin really are siblings huh
#personal stuff#thorn plays genshin#hm. hm.#can't believe albedo has another sibling! fontaine event where albedo goes to elynas. who's with me#hsdgfjdkh but fr i thought so after completing the quest!#big dead dragon born from a cosmic void with blood that crystallizes. cells that literally drop Alien Goop#and then the world quest where we get the pov of the ship's crew talking about the Abyssal sea monsters#AND THEN. now. rereading durin lore#durin specifically arose from the Sea and is described as being a black *serpentine* dragon in line with elynas's appearance#festering desire also speaks of a Mother#then dragonspine spear paints durin as being gentle and wanting to befriend the people of mondstadt#and feeling no ill will towards them or dvalin when he died#which is VERY in line with elynas saying he realized the things that interested him brought fear and pain to others.#and that if he could traverse this world without causing pain or fear he would.#is very similar to durin wishing he could have met dvalin and venti and mondstadt under different circumstances#both weapons speak of being born from the same darkness that elynas talks about#AND both of their hearts are still intact. why tf did jakob want to get elynas's to beat again. what the fuck#just aoooh. i love how much of genshin exploration is just realizing how fucking fitting the Cataclysm is as a name for what happened#and how much it happened Everywhere#like. at least 3/7 of the original archons died. which is fucking. bonkers to me#considering MOST of them lived until that point with the only confirmed exception being the og pyro archon#don't even get me started on the fact that most of these deaths aren't even known#makoto obviously and rukkhadevata retroactively. no one in fontaine says a WORD about the lord of amrita#the only ones who seem to care about her are the oceanids. what the fuck#but god. like#the narzissenkreuz institute and the order of skeptics questline. the impact that people trying to investigate the cataclysm had#on others and themselves#like it makes a lot of sense but we don't see it anywhere else!! fucking of course people would try to study the cataclysm!!#of course people would try and find out wtf happened!!!#but now everything to do with the cataclysm is confidential to the point where people don't believe that most of the stories are true
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thefaeriefeatherdark · 6 months
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I desperately need the Thrawn stans (specifically novel Thrawn Stans) to remember that Thrawns whole deal is rebuilding the Empire and fighting the New Republic.
#I see so many people saying Thrawn wouldn't attack the New Republic when that's literally his whole deal.#He's the guy who rebuilds the Empire and attacks the Republic.#The famous story he's in that influenced the rest of Star Wars is about him trying to rebuild the Empire and destroy the Republic.#Also Thrawns evil.#I need you to remember that Thrawns an evil imperialist. His justifications for the Empire are the same as the British Empire used in Afric#Also Thrawns a crap choice to protect the Galaxy from a larger threat.#In Legends he would've lost brutally to the Yuuzhan Vong who were defeated by the Jedi and only ever could've been defeated by the Jedi.#Thrawn is playing military sci-fi in a Faerie Tale world and keeps making the shocked Pikachu expression when the Faerie Tale stuff shows u#The only difference between Thrawns Empire and the Emperors is that Thrawn would build fleets instead of Planet Killers.#In new Canon I think the Jedi would grind the Grysk into the ground before they even captured 3 worlds outside the Unknown Regions.#star wars ahsoka#star wars#grand admiral thrawn#thrawn#ahsoka tano#star wars thrawn#Ahsoka series#The Yuuzhan Vong lost because of a mix of internal revolution and being spread thin militarily#Thrawn would have successfully contained the Yuuzhan Vong invasion for a while but ultimately his forces would've become distracted.#Also the YV would've allied with Rebel Cells providing them their technology and weapons.#Thrawns control of the Empire would further collapse because of all the corrupt officials who would be embezzling funds or resources.#Thrawns fleets would fall into disarray and he'd be assassinated by a YV pretending to be a low ranking Stormtrooper or a slave or somethin#The YV wars were won because the Jedi inspired a religious reformation.#YV versus the Imperials would've led to YV victory.
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kazz-brekker · 2 months
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there's a lot of vaguely surreal set design in hannibal but i think the fact that will's prison cell was a sad little dark corner with metal bars and hannibal's cell in the exact same asylum looks like a fancy apartment that happens to have a glass wall maybe takes the cake
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