#oh goddddd

[fexie]

Happy valentines day to one guy and one guy only ❤️‍🔥

[cuntessa-lestat]

wait a goddamn second…

[anyalarbslasagna]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[faint-glimmers-of-hope]

Eyes & gazes in Chikhai Bardo (Severance, 2022-)

[warmrevolver]

Oh my god. John.

The third Beatles Fan Club Christmas record, recorded in 1965

[lavalamps-and-ladydoors]

uma thurman keeps watching me have sex

[edgymegatronus]

I’m actually sobbing over him. Staring down his little rodimus star. All those years. All those wasted moments. All that life. That star is not just a symbol of his new, better chance to make amends. But a brutal reminder of the life he could’ve had. If he had chosen a greater path. If a few decisions had been made in less confined spaces. If life had been less cruel.

Is Megatron just an inevitable product of the way Cybertron was? Was his war unavoidable? Was there always going to be a mech like him that stood up and dealt with the situation drastically? Did it, like Starscream said at his trial, spiral into something he couldn’t control? To say that he is a creation of his experiences would rob him of some vital agency. And I think that is more painful. Complete guilt. Complete regret.

All the lives he touched. All the billions of experiences he destroyed. That star represents all of them. It represents a chance at forgiveness. Rodimus gave it to him for “changing his evil ways”. It tethers him to his best life. The only life, the only version of himself that wasn’t steeped in hatred. In chasing something unattainable and then never knowing what to do with it.

Thumbing that Rodimus Star in a parallel universe for 800 years. Mulling over what could have been. What he was missing. Meeting Orion Pax, Starscream, Impactor, Soundwave all over again. Fresh and new but he isn’t. He is weighed down by all of it. And he reaches for that star as a reminder.

A paperweight of his conscience.

[spirittboxd]

guys i'm feeling something (jealousy