Paper Kraken

Paper Kraken

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thenextnarcissus:

but seriously though i’m sick and tired of those masterposts that are like “here! A reference site on Greek mythology for all your needs! Look it has all fifteen Greek gods on it!” And I’m like. tHERE WERE LIKE HUNDREDS OF FIGURES IN MYTHOLOGY YOUR CRAPPY HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL BIBLIOGRAPHY SITE MEANS NOTHING TO ME 

if you want a basic outline of Greek mythology okay sure fine??? but like. if you want an extensive fucking reference site you are looking in the wrong goddamn places

as a self-declared greek mythology snob my reference site is fucking always this fucker right here. almost every single figure ever mentioned in a Greek text is on it, it has the most obscure gods, spirits, nymphs— it’s GREAT. You really wanna extend your mythological knowledge past the basic 12 and like four others? USE THEOI.  plus plus PLUS everything is cited so you can actually read the source material written about whoever it is you’re looking at.

fucking signal boost this. i’m so sick and tired of writer’s helpers blogs referring people to sites with as much information you would get from opening a third grade mythology book jesus chriiiiiist

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angelicpaintbrush:

It keeps your bones aligned to prevent injury, compresses soft tissue to make the fist more rigid, and pads the knuckles. Skull bones are sturdier than hand bones, and even if you know what you’re doing there’s a high risk of damaging your metacarpals if you punch someone barehanded. It’s why they recommend if you find yourself in a fight unprepared to bunt their nose with the butt of your palm, because if the other person tucks their head and you end up hitting their forehead instead it’ll do a lot less damage to your palm than your knuckles.

angelicpaintbrush:

It keeps your bones aligned to prevent injury, compresses soft tissue to make the fist more rigid, and pads the knuckles. Skull bones are sturdier than hand bones, and even if you know what you’re doing there’s a high risk of damaging your metacarpals if you punch someone barehanded. It’s why they recommend if you find yourself in a fight unprepared to bunt their nose with the butt of your palm, because if the other person tucks their head and you end up hitting their forehead instead it’ll do a lot less damage to your palm than your knuckles.

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trailbreakerofficial:

thepopetti:

dobe-qj:

clich-a:

musashi-has-feels:

krokofficial:

dobe-qj:

clich-a:

musashi-has-feels:


L.L is the best in the business. P.S, we got dicks like Primus. 

It’s super important that everyone draw robots singing lyrics to Mickey Avalon’s “My dick” 






[Tailgate got him to do it B’D]

peachpancakes:

trailbreakerofficial:

thepopetti:

dobe-qj:

clich-a:

musashi-has-feels:

krokofficial:

dobe-qj:

clich-a:

musashi-has-feels:

L.L is the best in the business. P.S, we got dicks like Primus. 

It’s super important that everyone draw robots singing lyrics to Mickey Avalon’s “My dick” 

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[Tailgate got him to do it B’D]

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Filed under *DYING* art hilarious art this fandom this kind of thing is why I love it so much Transformers nsfw pure nonsense

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lecinematheque:

Pumzi - dir. Wanuri Kahiu // Kenya

In a dystopian future 35 years after an ecological WWIII  has torn the world apart, East African survivors of the devastation remain locked away in contained communities, but a young woman in possession of a germinating seed struggles against the governing council to bring the plant to Earth’s ruined surface.

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Filed under oh awesome pumzi cool stuff

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paper-kraken asked: for the drabble meme: Grimlock/Fulcrum- Grimlock is a massive K-Class that simply refused to die in a drop and Fulcrum is the saddest excuse for a dinobot.

lyresnake:

paper-kraken:

lyresnake:

He woke with a gasp, surfacing from memories of flame and pain, clawing at his plating, his processor convinced that it still burned. That he still burned, broken upon a pyre from which there was no escape, an inferno in which only the strongest could survive.

The strongest, and the smallest, the least of all, far beneath the notice of the master of that nothing place. Left to cower and claw for scraps in the corners of a living circle of hell while his brothers spilled out their lives for Overlord’s entertainment.

A huge paw rested against his shoulder, snapping the spell, and he jerked, his neural net tingling unpleasantly as the memories dissipated.

“Fulcrum?”

“I’m,” he cleared his vocalizer of static and tried again. “I’m alright.”

Grimlock’s visor glowed in the darkness of the berthroom, “Didn’t sound alright.” His expression was keen, but his tone and field without pressure; Grimlock knew all too well the sting of old memory files.

Fulcrum stretched out a clawed hand before him, tracing the shadowed shape of the long, jointed fingers. Least of the Dinobots, shorter than Swoop even, cursed with an alt mode that would have struck terror into the sparks of his enemies if it wasn’t so absurdly small. “Just the usual,” he said lightly. “Flames, heat. Don’t even notice the screams much anymore. Just background noise really. At least I’m not afraid of heights.”

When they’d first met the comment would have resulted in his helm being removed from his shoulders, but now Grimlock merely snorted and flicked him gently with a finger, a cuff that made his plating ring. “Watch it, short stuff.”

“What, don’t want to take up parachuting?”

Grimlock shook his head, “I might, just to stick it to my former commander.”

“I would have paid good shanix to see the expression on his face when you survived the drop.”

“Squashed half a squadron under me,” Grimlock shrugged, his field buzzing with dark amusement. “Still worked as a weapon, just not the way they expected.” Tugging Fulcrum onto his back, he loomed over him. “Now, I’ll ask you what you asked me the last time I woke up flailing like a feathered organic with no head. Energon?” His field, a smothering, grounding blanket, rippled with arousal and purpose. “Or distraction?”

Fulcrum shivered, “Distraction, definitely distraction.”

The approving growl made his servos go weak. “Excellent.”

As Grimlock dove into his circuits, Fulcrum gripped at the sides of the really-too-narrow berth and gasped, “Was the chicken comment really necessary?”

Grimlock chuckled, heavy fingers tracing the wicked, curved claw that reared up from Fulcrum’s pede, “Of course it was.”

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For the sake of completeness, I’m picturing Fulcrum’s alt mode as a Deinonychus antirrhopus, which despite looking very scary is still only half the size of a Pteranodon longiceps, which I’m guessing (read: bullshitting) is a pretty good approximation of Swoop’s alt mode. And of course, archosaurs include the lineages which gave rise to modern birds. Fear Fulcrum, chicken of death.

Thank you, paper-kraken, for the wonderful prompt and for being a wonderful person. I hope you like this. <3 

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LOOK. LOOK AT THIS AMAZINGNESS. I CAN’T EVEN. THERE ARE NO WORDS. I’ll just sob with pure joy over here in my corner because DAMN. HOT DAMN.

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AND IT COMES WITH FEELS. ALL THE FEELS. LYRESNAKE, YOU MAY HAVE STARTED A THING. I WILL CONTINUE THE THING. GONNA DO THE THING. ~*~ ALL THE SWEET GRIMLOCK/FULCRUM AUs~*~

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Okay, okay, I’m done screaming, but seriously, you won’t find a sweeter, more awesome lady than this one right here. And her gorgeous writing is the glorious icing on top of the best of best cakes!

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khagkhgkadhg, you are far too kind, madam. ;A; Especially considering I wouldn’t know about this ship at all without your influence. Always happy to induce the feels.

AND YES ALL THE THINGS. ALL THE AUS.

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Filed under it's gonna happen GONNA DO THE THING never enough Grimlock/Fulcrum

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Anonymous asked: The purring was not distracting him from the very /big/ problem that popped up. Fulcrum's fuel pump worked faster as he stared at Grimlock's spike. The Dinobot purred louder and kissed the techie's thigh.

Thank you so much, you very kind anon! 8D
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Grimlock chuckled, one hand gripping Fulcrum’s hip, the other curled under one bent knee to keep his thighs spread. He kissed his way up smooth metal, feeling the minor scrapes in paint and metal under his lips as he did. “Not ready for that yet. Start slow with tiny Bomb.”

Fulcrum was about to ask what that meant, but promptly forgot anything he might have been thinking about as Grimlock tightened his grip and pressed close to slide his glossa over Fulcrum’s valve. Helm dropping to the berth with a clang, Fulcrum’s back arched hard and his startled moan cut off into static.

"Grimlock take his time, make Bomb feel good."

Fulcrum answer was a burst of pleasure-fritzed static. His hands scraped as gently as he could manage over Grimlock’s helm, stroking finials blindly and nearly burning out a circuit or two at the happy growl he definitely felt more than heard.

Filed under mini meme fics AW YES grimlock/fulcrum smut in my inbox~ just a note I am very likely to add onto anything sent to me pk writes anon writes grimlock fulcrum transformers MTMTE never enough Grimlock/Fulcrum nsfw Anonymous

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paper-kraken asked: for the drabble meme: Grimlock/Fulcrum- Grimlock is a massive K-Class that simply refused to die in a drop and Fulcrum is the saddest excuse for a dinobot.

lyresnake:

He woke with a gasp, surfacing from memories of flame and pain, clawing at his plating, his processor convinced that it still burned. That he still burned, broken upon a pyre from which there was no escape, an inferno in which only the strongest could survive.

The strongest, and the smallest, the least of all, far beneath the notice of the master of that nothing place. Left to cower and claw for scraps in the corners of a living circle of hell while his brothers spilled out their lives for Overlord’s entertainment.

A huge paw rested against his shoulder, snapping the spell, and he jerked, his neural net tingling unpleasantly as the memories dissipated.

“Fulcrum?”

“I’m,” he cleared his vocalizer of static and tried again. “I’m alright.”

Grimlock’s visor glowed in the darkness of the berthroom, “Didn’t sound alright.” His expression was keen, but his tone and field without pressure; Grimlock knew all too well the sting of old memory files.

Fulcrum stretched out a clawed hand before him, tracing the shadowed shape of the long, jointed fingers. Least of the Dinobots, shorter than Swoop even, cursed with an alt mode that would have struck terror into the sparks of his enemies if it wasn’t so absurdly small. “Just the usual,” he said lightly. “Flames, heat. Don’t even notice the screams much anymore. Just background noise really. At least I’m not afraid of heights.”

When they’d first met the comment would have resulted in his helm being removed from his shoulders, but now Grimlock merely snorted and flicked him gently with a finger, a cuff that made his plating ring. “Watch it, short stuff.”

“What, don’t want to take up parachuting?”

Grimlock shook his head, “I might, just to stick it to my former commander.”

“I would have paid good shanix to see the expression on his face when you survived the drop.”

“Squashed half a squadron under me,” Grimlock shrugged, his field buzzing with dark amusement. “Still worked as a weapon, just not the way they expected.” Tugging Fulcrum onto his back, he loomed over him. “Now, I’ll ask you what you asked me the last time I woke up flailing like a feathered organic with no head. Energon?” His field, a smothering, grounding blanket, rippled with arousal and purpose. “Or distraction?”

Fulcrum shivered, “Distraction, definitely distraction.”

The approving growl made his servos go weak. “Excellent.”

As Grimlock dove into his circuits, Fulcrum gripped at the sides of the really-too-narrow berth and gasped, “Was the chicken comment really necessary?”

Grimlock chuckled, heavy fingers tracing the wicked, curved claw that reared up from Fulcrum’s pede, “Of course it was.”

-

For the sake of completeness, I’m picturing Fulcrum’s alt mode as a Deinonychus antirrhopus, which despite looking very scary is still only half the size of a Pteranodon longiceps, which I’m guessing (read: bullshitting) is a pretty good approximation of Swoop’s alt mode. And of course, archosaurs include the lineages which gave rise to modern birds. Fear Fulcrum, chicken of death.

Thank you, paper-kraken, for the wonderful prompt and for being a wonderful person. I hope you like this. <3 

LOOK. LOOK AT THIS AMAZINGNESS. I CAN’T EVEN. THERE ARE NO WORDS. I’ll just sob with pure joy over here in my corner because DAMN. HOT DAMN.

AND IT COMES WITH FEELS. ALL THE FEELS. LYRESNAKE, YOU MAY HAVE STARTED A THING. I WILL CONTINUE THE THING. GONNA DO THE THING. ~*~ ALL THE SWEET GRIMLOCK/FULCRUM AUs~*~

Okay, okay, I’m done screaming, but seriously, you won’t find a sweeter, more awesome lady than this one right here. And her gorgeous writing is the glorious icing on top of the best of best cakes!

Filed under fic rec so gooood lyresnake lyresnake has the best AUs doesn't matter if I prompted it she took it to awesome new heights grimlock/fulcrum never enough Grimlock/Fulcrum never enough Grimlock Grimlock Fulcrum Transformers MTMTE My forever OTP

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autobotprime:

This is the most unproductive day of my life. 

… that second picture

Either I just have a REALLY dirty mind, or….

BUT RATCHET THO.
He totally wants Optimus’ Rodimus Prime

The bottom two images are the reaction to that pun.

I spat my tea out! Optimus listening to a comm message he wasn’t superposed to and Ratchet you dirty old boy!

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