this isn't creepy is it


Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘What If…’

  • Valentine/Magnus: Nothing a good night sleep won't fix.
  • Inner Alec: Oh good sleep huh? I bet he wants the cuddles. Why don't we offer the cuddles.
  • Alec: I can come home with you if you want.
  • V/M: no! no
  • Inner Alec: he doesn't want the cuddles, he always likes the cuddles. I'm amazing at the cuddles
  • Alec: *confused*

This is sketchy as hell.

For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this?
This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.

You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. 
You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.

Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood?
It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone!
This is not one of those times.

Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference.
It’s still creepy and weird.

“For the sake of his privacy”
If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted.
Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.

I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.

If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please…
Give this post no notice when you go by it.
Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.

Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life.
If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.


Every now and then I think I’ve finally gotten over the undertale fandom and then @unrestedjade‘s reborntale fic sends me straight back to hell


The Crispy boy is done. HIS BOYFRIEND’S NEXT.

anonymous asked:

May have been slightly stalk-y but like,,,,I saw your art, wanted to see more, and I found myself scrolling for 10 minutes and then was like "this is creepy, isn't it. I'm just randomly scrolling through an art blog and- omg their art style is perfect-" and like, fuck the mean anons, they don't deserve your time, and now I also refer to my bod as "Cushioned" because that's pure thank you here are some turtles 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

anonymous asked:

Okay but that Yandere scenario with K.O. Can you imagine Breakdown finding a scared human crying in the medbay? He's just like... "K.O what the frag did you do?" From other room. "I kidnapped that human I like!" "Knockout it was a joke." "Welp you were gone. Its a good wax job." Not so subtly trying to return the human but he just wants to protect them and keep them safe cause their so squishy and soft. Just accidently becomes Yandere? K.O and Breakdown tag teaming Yanderes. Transformers-4-life

“I’m sorry, you did WHAT now?” Breakdown asked his partner incredulously as Knock Out continued to pretend to be interested in his datapad.

“You heard me the first time, Breakdown,” Knock Out replied casually, tapping away at the screen nonchalantly and purposefully avoiding making eye contact.

“I was joking,” Breakdown cried exasperatedly. “You had to know I was just joking! You can’t just kidnap a human and keep them here!”

“I don’t plan on keeping them here,” Knock Out returned in annoyance with a sardonic click of his glossa.  “Not forever anyway.  They’ll be a fun little distraction for the time being, though.”

“And what happens when the novelty of having your own personal pit crew member wears off?” Breakdown prodded irritably.  He didn’t like the small, sinister little grin he got in response.

“Tell you what,” Knock Out said, setting aside his datapad, “why don’t you go to the medbay and see them for yourself.  It might give you an appreciation for why I did what I did.”

“You’re out of your mind,” Breakdown muttered as he turned and walked out of their shared habsuite.  He made his way down the dark, adjoining corridor that led to Knock Out’s laboratory.  

The first thing he noticed upon his entry was the large, empty energon cube sitting upside-down on the operating table.  Inside sat Knock Out’s latest fascination, their back pressed tightly against one corner and hugging their knees to their chest, trying to appear as small as possible.  Breakdown caught the faint, startled gasp  as he made his way over toward the cube.  He stopped when he reached the table to peer directly in the human’s frightened, tear-filled optics.  All in all, they made a rather pitiful sight.

Gently, he lifted the cube away and carefully picked up the small, trembling creature in both hands.  The human whimpered in fear, backing away from Breakdown as far as his hold would allow and pressing themselves against his fingers.  He got a much better look at their face as they lifted their wide-eyed, watery gaze towards him.  Knock Out was right.  They did have pretty eyes.

“Please don’t kill me,” they pleaded, barely above a whisper.  “I-I won’t tell anybody about this place – a-about you.  Please.  Just let me go…”  Even with their voice strained and breaking in places, Breakdown could recognize the soft, musical quality in it.  He sighed slightly, feeling an odd surge of pity for this strange, helpless creature.

“Nobody’s going to kill you,” he said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone.  Not yet anyway.  “My partner – the one who took you – he wants you here so he can have his own personal buffer on call.  He’s got no interest in hurting you.  Just do what he says and everything will be fine.”

The human shifted themselves in his hold, folding their legs neatly under them and leaning forward slightly with their hands on their knees.  “And- and if I do that for him- if I do like what I’ve been doing back at the car wash… he’ll let me go?” they asked with cautious optimism.

Breakdown swallowed slightly.  He fumbled with his words as he looked helplessly down at this tiny, fragile creature in his hands.  They were looking up at him with such hope, such wide-eyed innocence.  He felt a twinge of sympathy for them in his spark.  He suddenly had the strange urge to protect this pure, precious little human – to keep them safe from anything that would harm them – to hold them against his chest and whisper to them that everything would be alright.

He sighed and gently brushed a loose strand of hair behind their ear.  The human flinched slightly, but didn’t react otherwise.  “Yeah, sure thing,” he replied softly.  “I won’t let anything happen to you here.  You’ll be safe.  I promise.”

The human’s face lit up in a grateful smile that sent a strange wave of warmth coursing through his circuits.  They were definitely lovely for a human.  He hadn’t really noticed before with all the frightened whimpers and the tears, but as they gazed up at him with that radiant smile, the tears still glistening on their cheeks, Breakdown realized exactly how Knock Out must have felt the first time he laid eyes on them.

He stroked the top of their head with one finger as he offered them a reassuring smile in return.  “I have to go, but I’ll see what I can do to help you.”  He carried them over to Knock Out’s desk, forgoing the cube entirely, and placed them carefully down on a clean, discarded rag.  “I’ll be back to see you again soon,” he said as he began to make his way towards the door.

“Wait!”  He stopped as he heard the voice call out behind him.  He turned his head to peer back over his shoulder.  “W-what’s your name?” the human fumbled nervously.

He hesitated for a moment.  “It’s Breakdown,” he replied finally, slipping out the door and shutting it behind him with a soft whoosh.  He jolted in surprise as he was met with a familiar pair of glowing red optics just on the other side.

Knock Out smiled triumphantly, as he leaned casually against the door frame.  “Told you,” he said with a smug, menacing chuckle.

anonymous asked:

Why do you even thing Micheal roker is attractive. He looks so creepy and old. No offence but he isn't really pretty.

Hello dear anon who probably is the same who asked me about Ben Mendelsohn…

I’ve said this before and I say this again. I AM NOT THAT INTO PRETTY BOY’S!

ATTRACTION IS SO MUCH MORE THAN PHYSICAL APPEARANCE! I like men who has a certain something in their personality that shines through that just makes them so goddamn charming and attractive. Not to mention the way they look at me and their smiles that just makes me melt. That is what makes them attractive to me!

Also, you can ask the other hundreds upon hundreds of his fangirls/boys why…

And yeah he’s old, he’s fucking 62 but age doesn’t matter to me!

Also I am kind of weird I guess and would love to have a guy look at me like Rooker does both in the second and third gif shown below…

Hope my answer is sufficient to you…

Originally posted by multi-villain-imagines

Originally posted by harleyqvinnzels

Originally posted by rookerstash

  • Ash: You don't know anything, Batman is cool!
  • Mike: He isn't cool, he's creepy!
  • Mike: *Does a deep, gravelly voice* I'm Batman! Does that sound familiar?
  • Buster: *Does the same voice* Want some candy?
  • Johnny: *Does the voice too* Can you help me find my puppy?
  • Everyone Else: *Dies laughing*