#helloo??

[astro-naut9]

oh brother this guy STINKS

[devils-yui]

Looking back at the storyboards for the fight between Megatron and Optimus Prime

They knew if they added this in, MegOp fans would be dragged out the theater in a wheelbarrow I fear

[venompinks]

JENNIE ꔫ COACHELLA WEEK TWO 2025

[dying-marshmallo]

Happy late birthday!! Sorry it’s late, work has been kicking my butt 😆

Enjoy!!

TW: GLITCHY EFFECTS/EYE STRAIN

I like to imagine that as part of his muscle memory functions he occasionally tries to smile at his brothers, the angst potential was just too strong too ignore xD

Inspiration for this

Bonus doodles without the glitchy effects! Bye bye! *sprints away*

☆ TWITCHES. TWITCHES AND MY BONES SNAP AND CRACK INTO PLACR AND I RISE FROM THE DEAD. JELY. JELLY!!! JELLYYY!!!!!!!!!!! OGH MY GODD 9H MY GOD? RUNNING IN CIRCLES HELP ME HELP ME HELPM

☆ this THIS IS SO COOL THISIS SO COOL WUAGJEWGDJSH!!!!!!!! IM-- AAUAGAHH

[theprissythumbelina]

In the doctor's for getting kicked in the stomach and theyre playing I Need A Hero on repeat

[dead--culture]

Been working mostly on more cardio and consistent eating cleanup... soo where tf did these arms come from? Lol 😆

[asgardling]

WAIT

I just realized that it will be cold during the New Year's Eve at night. And Kaj will perform on the New Year's Eve concert in Helsinki where I'm going. IF they do DANSGOLV!!! My dream will come true... My dream of seeing steam... From his breath.. as he s sings Dansgolv. And and my vision will be fulfilled.

He'd dance through his own breath. It'd be cold all around him, but a small layer of sweat would be above his lips, on his forehead... A and we'd see it, and feel the heat, and we couldn't keep our eyes off of him... Be because Dansgolv...

I'm starving.

Under the cut is what I wrote from the Löyly gig because it needs its own post... SCREAMING

They didn't perform it. (Kevin I'm in your walls AGAIN!!)

But holy shit. Something particularly made me desperately want to see Dansgolv that night. I was standing in the perfect place to hear the music well (not too loud, not too quiet (if you are slightly in front of/beside the speakers in the front row you might notice it coming from behind you loudly but slightly muffled)) and I could see all the lights and people partying in front of me (I really like to have people in front of me at concerts because when I see them jumping and singing it makes me more comfortable to move as much, too), but the biggest reason of why I desperately wanted to see it and now only have mental images of it that my brain can produce, was the air.

Stay with me on this. The air was cold, the lights coming from behind them made smoke visible. I could see his breaths… Imagine. Small stage, you can see everything. He dances close in front of you, you can see every detail on his face, the folds on his clothes. As the first notes of Dansgolv start, those notes that make your knees weak because you know what is coming, his face falls into a serious expression. Serious, sexy, confident stare sweeping over the audience. And when he starts, he smoothly moves across the stage, might tug at his jacket again, might do circles with his fingers, or his hips. Microphone in his hand he sings into it, you can see his voice in the form of steam floating in front of him. It's cold, but everything around feels hot.

The flirty lyrics of the song guide his reactions and movements, and he completely owns the stage. Dirty dancing and you can't get your eyes off of him. During it he barely looks over at the audience, or not anyone in particular, because he's in his own world, completely focused on himself, his voice, his body. Focused on giving a show. After the chorus when it's time to dance, he'd have time to breathe, lean back with his legs, tilt his head back and expose his throat and parted lips, with eyes closed exhale into the air. The steam would fill his front, quick breaths coming out in puffs as he'd with his stamina continue to move his body in whatever direction he'd want.

He'd open his eyes and look at the audience, half lidded eyes full of pleasure until he'd close them again, turn to other side and lean again, steam escaping his mouth with exhales, little droplets of sweat glistening on his face, a drop of sweat would roll down his temple.

He'd leave nothing cold.

DO YOU SEE MY FUCKING VISION??? AASJFDGHERJGVNJVK I'M DROOLING