blast one

Honestly if anyone is proof of Drift compatibility being a real thing it’s the McElroys. Like they are so constantly in synch with their thoughts and humour that you can totally picture them still blasting off one-liners and goofs while simultaneously suplexing a kaiju in their jaeger, Rancho Greatjob

Lance plays games with kids all over the universe. When they laugh at him for losing, he shows them how to play fútbol and wipes the floor with them in revenge. He learns new pick up lines from pretty people at liberation parties and teaches them ones from Earth in return. He pets all sorts of pets, furry and not furry and big and small, though he nervously begs off petting the ones with poisonous spikes. He learns jokes from castle servants with loose lips. Learns curse words from street vendors with looser lips. Tells stories about home to people who almost lost theirs. Puts his feet on hundreds of different beaches, sand digging familiarly into the spaces between his toes. Learns millions of different ways people say hello, goodbye, and I love you. And even though it really sucks, being so far away from his own little beach, the knowledge that things like that are universal - things like games and jokes and love - makes the universe feel just a little bit smaller. 

Here is a gentle reminder from a glowing, light-eating cat that every now and then it’s absolutely vital to pause and give yourself the time and space and snacks and stars you need to shine again.

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clique six dynamics (as ranked by my followers): #8 - farkle minkus & riley matthews 

you’ve always been riley, that’s your permanent record. // you’re farkle and it’s a state of being. there’s only one. 

Act Natural

Cassian Andor/ Reader

Words: 1,033

Summary: You and Cassian find yourself in a predicament: an Imperial officer is questioning why the two of you are hanging around in an empty alley. Time to act natural.

Prompt: “Heyy could you write a some Cassian Andor x reader fluff?”

Tagging: @kwaiky, @attentionseekingprincess, @ly–canthrope

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s notes: Anyone want some fake relationship fluff? I got u, fam. I hope you are feeling much better, anon!! I really wanted a fluff fic done by Valentine’s pero candy is half off today so I mean, technically the 15th is better than Valentine’s Day.


Reconnaissance missions suck.

You run on a gamble of either getting what you need or leaving the planet empty handed. The mission called for gathering intel on the possible Imperial occupation of an Outer Rim planet.

“In and out,” Cassian tells you once you enter the city.

“Whatever you say, captain,” you snort.

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Airachnid: You feel…love.

Blast Off: Yeah I guess yeah I feel a general unselfish love for just about everybod-

Airachnid: No! Sexual love! 

Blast Off: No. No I don’t-

Airachnid: [points at Onslaught] For him!

Blast Off: Nooooo  

Starscream: AHAHAHA SHE JUST TOLD EVERYONE YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET! AHAHAHAHA!! YOU MUST BE SO EMBARRASSED!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!