i keep seeing cute posts about Cade lying on Optimus’s chest but all i can imagine is Cade lying down on Optimus’s chest too close to his narnia boob and just,,, fuckign disappearing into his subspace and Optimus scrambling
(“shitshitshit”)
and frantically rooting around in his boob to pull Cade out
every time i see photos like these, i think about archeologist unearthing this stuff hundreds, or thousands of years in the future, and wonder what they would think finding our bizarre remnants.
the dodo might hold the crown as the most famous extinct animal, and granted, they deserve it. they were the first species that humans acknowledged they had led to the extinction of. that’s a really significant title! but comparatively speaking, the death of a species of fat flightless pigeon with no natural predator on a tiny island isn’t half as horrifying as what happened to passenger pigeons.
the sheer scale at which these birds existed, and their subsequent extinction, is something i cannot wrap my head around. i know what happened – i’ve read novels upon novels about this, i’ve seen the pictures, i know all the details, but the more i think about it the more i realise i can’t possibly process it to its fullest extent because i wasn’t there. i didn’t live through that. i’ll never be able to fully understand how sudden it was.
these birds were over 5 billion strong at their peak. when they travelled, they allegedly blacked out the sun for thirty minutes at a time. they formed rivers in the sky, and there’s art and record of this from dozens of people. it wasn’t just one person’s poetic interpretation. these birds existed in an overwhelming quantity, and no doubt because of that that people took them for granted.
they were plentiful. they were obnoxiously plentiful, and yet humans took them out so cleanly and quickly and efficiently that from this species, from this five billion-strong species, we have only a single picture of a passenger pigeon squab.
these birds faded out of existence in the span of someone’s lifetime.
Pulled out the good camera today, took some quick shots. 🙂 Was difficult since she thought she was going to be fed. Sasha was zooming around looking for food, making every shot blurry!
Gymnothorax fimbriatus
I love moray eels. They’ve got adorably smushy faces!
Pulled out the good camera today, took some quick shots. 🙂 Was difficult since she thought she was going to be fed. Sasha was zooming around looking for food, making every shot blurry!
Gymnothorax fimbriatus
I love moray eels. They’ve got adorably smushy faces!
“how the hell” is the fact that flight paths are ENTIRELY PRE-PROGRAMMED AND SCHEDULED. This is trivial.
“Technology has gotten so precise that it is possible to sync the image on an enormous video screen with the movements of an actual, real life, giant flying machine carrying hundreds of human beings thousands of meters up into the air. This is trivial.”
It’s absolutely not trivial, because it means that a flight somehow took off when scheduled.
what ive gathered from these panels is that a bot walking around with his spark un-covered is basically equivalent to having your titties out
…you know if that were the case it would make a lot of other scenes hilarious.
Like Nautica’s amica endura ceremony where she exposes her spark: that would mean that the process of committing to a deep, enduring friendship with someone involves whipping your tits out in front of them.
Or that scene where Windblade saves Starscream from the spark disruptor by exposing her own spark: from Starscream’s perspective he would just be freaking out that he’s about to die in a few seconds and the next thing he knows Windblade’s pulling out her boobs and getting all up in his face.
…………..I hope your interpretation’s correct.
It’d be equivalent if people kept their soul in their boobs.
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