This was in my memories and I just wanted to send a little positivity your way :)
I really needed that this morning, thank you 💜
Right back atcha!
This was in my memories and I just wanted to send a little positivity your way :)
I really needed that this morning, thank you 💜
Right back atcha!
funny how once i fell in love with hockey, i immediately attached myself to the lightning, but to my misery, once i opened tumblr, i realized everyone hated them ))): we've got the cups, personality and overall great vibes. what's not to like?
omg i absolutely agree with you, like i'm really not sure why no one likes them that much. i get that they did the cap loophole last year which rubs some people the wrong way, and that people want another team to win the cup, but i feel like if the average hockeyblr user looked into the team a little more they would latch onto them.
also, i feel like the players are so beloved coded? like, cannot imagine looking at kuch or point and not immediately falling in love sorry! and they're so talented it's unreal! the bolts fandom is so fun to be in because they're GOOD.
instead people just hate on them relentlessly and it's insane!! like they literally have done Nothing wrong this year imo. why do the literal chicago bl ackhawks have a bigger tumblr fandom than the bolts. it simply doesn't add up for me at all.
🤝 I can't remember if I sent this so ignore if I have!
He wishes he could say this is the only time he's ever seen Ratchet in the med-bay on his own table. It's not, and he knows that it won't be the last. It's not for spark burnout, thankfully- but getting over cosmic rust is just as bad. He'd been watching pieces of the mech fall off, watching parts of him disintegrate even after Drift had managed to give him the antidote and antivirus.
They'd managed to save him. Managed to get Pharma's hands and give them to a mech that far better deserved them. Drift had given him the entire story, backed up, and collaborated with First Aid. They'd lost a few mecha- and some of them hadn't survived either the trip there- or the rust after.
The other former 'Con had been taking shifts with him, with Drift earlier in the day- and he in the night. It had fit their natural alert cycles- with the speedster being more of the mid-day and morning mechanism.
And himself- primarily nocturnal.
Even now, Ratchet is just bare struts and wires in a containment unit as they work on manufacturing his new armor. Aid assures him that everything is fine, that the frame integration will be all right- and that the nanites will migrate just fine. It doesn't mean he doesn't still worry, that he doesn't have that anxiety clawing at the back of his throat, even as he reaches through the containment unit's stasis wall and takes one hand.
He feels the tingle of disinfectant as it does so- killing off any microbes that could infect the slumbering medic. Gold optics flick up to the hovering, transparent holographic displays that show the mech's bio-stats. He can't understand half of it, but no alarms are blaring- so that's reassuring.
The tip of his glossa flicks out to wet his lips, voice soft and low in the dimness. His vents inhale with a slow shudder, making his plating rattle silently for a half-bream. His voice is a little shakey, but it strengthens- even as the words flow out and the volume remains low. 'Don't forget about me. don't go where I Cannot flow. Don't leave me here. cause I'm nothing without you.
I'll learn to be better. smarter and stronger stay here sooner. more and longer just don't leave me here. cause I'm nothing. Without you."
'Don't forget about me. don't go where I Cannot flow. Don't leave me here. cause I'm nothing without you.
Woohoo I’m almost done with the AMV I’ve been making
*shakes you* SAKURA HARUNO
‘you know i love you, right?’
He hums softly from where he's perched on top of a supply cabinet. It's strong enough to hold him, high enough to allow him to survey most of the medical bay and supply closet, and watch the comings and goings into the bay better than any security system. His claws dangle over the side- amused at having even managed to startle Ravage when they'd come in earlier.
Still, his attention is diverted to the two medics below him. It's only once First Aid leaves for his own quarters- and the occupancy is reduced to just him and Ratchet in the dim bay that the old medic finally speaks. His audials tune into that voice, watching him putter here and there- turning down berths and restocking supplies.
"Depends on how ya mean that, Ratch-" the former spy murmurs, loud enough to be audible- but not loud enough to carry. "We talkin' jus' friends, friends with benefits, or somethin' a lil deeper than that."
The Poly indulges in a stretch, resting his chin on his arms once he's done- still observing Ratchet's actions below. His optics are uncovered, as they often are around the older mechanism- a sign of that utterly unwavering trust.
"Cause ah know how ah feel, but ah don't know how you feel."
He knows what he'd like, but he's lived long enough through this war to realize that people like him don't get the things they want. They don't get the happy ending, the riding off into the proverbial sunset and the mech at the end of the orn. They get aches and pains, joints that don't work right and recharge fluxes that end in terrors. They get shoved out of the military and told what a good job they did.
But the institution they'd given their functions for doesn't care about them.
No, he knows what people like him get.
oH speaking of actually- updated my toyhouse a lil bit! Dylan, Lillian, Charlie and Anya all have profiles and a small lil bit of info on them! Marcus and Zyra have profiles too finally but no info on em yet HJGKHLJ;
[ @multimuse-rp asked : Linda had found his sketchbook lying on the nightstand. She had started idly flipping through it, but now, she could see how dark and twisted everything had been. Her eyes widened as she stared at the pages, unable to tear her gaze away — that is, until she heard footsteps. Looking up to see her husband in the doorway, she quickly closed the book. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snoop. I just… I saw it, and…” She took a deep breath. “Henry, are you okay?” (we love pain here) ]
Henry had stopped in the doorway. He'd been about to speak — but the words died on his tongue as his gaze fell to the notebook in her lap.
A weak chuckle preceded the reply that he struggled to form. " I wasn't hiding it from you. You should know. " A small shrug, and he walked closer. " I didn't know how to talk to you about it, I guess. It's not something that's exactly easy to explain . . . " Taking a seat beside her, he reached over to the notebook and opened to the page she had been on before. In gesturing to the page filled with scribbled writing and sketched drawings, he continued. " Writing it down was the easiest way for me to try to organize it all. "
He'd picked up the notebook not long after he'd finally made his way home. It was an old one, one which he'd never found a use for. One of the many empty notebooks near his desk. Knowing he needed a way to keep track of it all, he'd begun logging what he could remember whenever he thought of it. The entries were sometimes muddled and out of order. Other times, they were filled with vivid descriptions, from events he remembered as though they had only just happened. From some points of view, they may have.
" . . . how much have you read ? I don't want to repeat what you already know, " he said, attempting to be light.
most of the time my hallucinations arent disturbing but the moment i go out alone to smoke brain just has to summon all kinds of creachures .....
I GOT MY HAIR COLORED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!
I look so fucking pog and cool I am epic
How jimmy is fighting so bad for someone so annoying? Ask demar!! So in love with the little guys bullshit
A king fallen in love with his jester... we feign surprise but really... we Know 🤭🤭
[ @multimuse-rp asked : Linda hadn’t seen him in days. Henry was constantly working late; oftentimes, he would come home late. As of recently, he wouldn’t come home at all. And even though it wasn’t his fault, Linda couldn’t help feeling a little… neglected.
But despite this, she smiled widely at him as he entered the room, banishing those intrusive thoughts from her mind and giving him a quick kiss. “Hi,” she murmured softly. “I was just making dinner. I wasn’t sure if you’d be back tonight…” She paused. “I’m assuming work has been stressful?” ]
Henry hadn't been home in days.
Home. It was something that felt so foreign — and it pained him deeply to know that.
Mustering a smile, some of his perpetual tiredness seemed to wash away at the sight of Linda's smiling face. What would he do without her ?
She was what kept him going. She was what had always kept him going. She was his light; the light that guided him, that kept a hope in the darkness.
" ' Stressful ' feels like it might be too kind of a word for it, " Henry said with a pained chuckle. Removing the bag from his shoulder and setting it aside near the door, he left any supplies from work from where he entered. None of that needed to invade his home. Not now.
" It's like I can't get a break. As soon as I have one thing finished, three more have appeared. "
Joey demanded a lot from his employees. He always had.
" I'm home now, though. I couldn't wait to see you again, you know. I've been thinking about you all day. "
Among other things; but that discussion could wait just a little longer.
”When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.”
He didn't start out how to learn to do triage, but here he is- one claw buried in the messy internals of hitching, bleeding mechanism. He's holding the line closed with one set of claws- while reaching for the emergency clamp with another. Random coding strings of medical knowledge pop up on his HUD to tell him to apply how much pressure at which joint for so many breams or microseconds so that air doesn't get into energon lines.
He swipes them away as soon as the task is done, only to come up with another set immediately to detail the after-care and follow up once he's got the line crimped. The next list scrolls by as his hands work on auto-pilot, crimping here and pinching there- one clawtip heating up like a soldering iron to seal an open weal. He ignores the mewling vocalizer underneath him.
There's not enough pain chips to go around, after all- and neither is there enough blockers to aide either. By the time he's finished the preliminary list, he comes out of his working fugue to realize that not only has he provided first aid.
But the mechanism underneath him is likewise stable and ready for transport.
The spy-turned-impromptu medic pauses, resting back on his thigh-plating as he watches the young mech be loaded onto a hovering travois and then guided towards a waiting medical transport. His claws are still covered with energon, mostly dried now— and he stares down at them mutely. He can't remember a time when they DIDN'T have some form of energon on them- but not like this.
Not for this reason.
His optics are wide behind the visor band, slightly confused as he looks up at the hand that rests on his shoulderstrut. His gaze follows it up to the tired, familiar faceplates- Ratchet's smile twitching upwards at one corner of his mouth.
"You won't do as a forged nurse," he murmurs, teasingly- tiredly. "But you might just do as a medical aid. Stuff like this isn't downloaded or upgraded, mech- it's learned."
That hand slides off his shoulder to under his arm. The Polyhexian shifts as he's hefted up with easy grace, the medic's hidden strength making it's presence known in the leverage that hoists him onto his pedes. He sways a little once he's standing, regarding Ratchet with clearing confusion.
"So, t'stuff on the datapad?"
Ratchet shrugs, beginning to walk with the mech at his side. His arm remains looped through Jazz's.
"Wanted to see who the coding took to. Wanted to see if there was any natural aplitude. I do need the refresher on strut-surgery from that text, but I wanted to see how your basal coding would react to it. Turns out," the mech's handsome, severe features soften into a proud smirk. "Had absolutely nothing to worry about."
The shorter mech gives him a hard stare, before his face clears in a wry snort- with something approaching impressed, and a bit fond.
"Anyone ever tell ya yer a fragger, Ratch?"
He's rewarded with a snort, and a gruff "Every damn day, brat. Every damn day."
💬 - for my muse to directly say a secret or confession
There's a faint twitch from the Polyhexian's mouth as he exhales forcibly. Drift is regarded with a wry expression, felt- rather than seen because of the visor. Optics lid quietly as he racks his processor, attempting to fight the compulsion.
Eventually, not even he can stand it for too long.
"I've kindled twice-" he spits out, finally. "First one wasn't strong enough to form a support feeder and dissolved while I was still with the 'Cons."
He turns his helm away- glancing upwards for a moment as he considers his next words carefully.
"The second one was almost ready to be implanted in a frame, but didn't survive a Decepticon attack on the outpost I'd planted myself at. I'm pretty sure they were pissed I'd shifted sides, and either got me by chance- or tracked me there. Regardless, I woke up in the medbay with half my frame missing and no memory of how I got there."
The smile that is given is somewhat brittle and edged with something sharp. His claws idly flex as he rests them on the table in front of him- before reaching for the glass of strong engex. He won't get inebriated, but at least it'll take the edge off of it.
you guys are killing me.
i had written 1400 (!) personal posts on my old tumblr, none of which ever had gotten any notes or interaction at all...
and now theres SO MANY of you already here bc of my damn furby?! IF I ONLY HAD KNOWN YEARS AGO THAT HE CAN BAIT PEOPLE uhjdrtghdfiufjnhiojoihjf
its amazing, really.
sexy dreams about sally 🤣 does lightning know what his manager thinks of his girlfriend
For someone who tends to have very vivid dreams, Lightning does not often think about what anyone else dreams about, nor would it occur to him to discuss dreams with anyone. You wake up, and you're immediately a mile away. (Cruz talks about dreams a LOT, though. Funny dreams, creepy dreams, weird dreams.... you name it. So that's a new experience. Treating dreams as though they'd be a subject of conversation on this plane of existence.)
But I digress. Lightning does not know and has never wondered what Harv dreams about. Harv thinks almost as little about it. Sally's attractive in many ways; of course she'd come up in a dream at some point. Harv's had a lot of sexy dreams, and Sally's is not one he lingers over. He doesn't wake up yearning and it's not something that comes to mind any time he and Sally have a waking interaction. It was a casual dream and Harv is zero amounts self-conscious about having had it. Channel-surfing, as it were.
Even if Lightning were somehow to come into this information he probably wouldn't be all that pressed about it. Sally happens to find Harv one of the least appealing parts of her workweek, and it's not as though appearing in a dream would improve her opinion.
"Oh, no, no. I'm feeling that subconscious pull. Completely at the whimsy of someone else's fantasy! I can see it now! The wedding! The glamor! The--pre-nup!" Sally swoons dramatically.
"Ha. Ha. Can we go now?"
"Do you think he's a Vegas man or a Hawai'i man?"
"You're enjoying this, aren't you."
"Transparency! they say. Oh sure, a 'cornerstone' of--"
"Can't talk now, Lightning. I need to call a caterer. For the wedding. In Dubai."
"You're gonna get a lot of mileage out of this one, aren't you."
"Would you like to be the ringbearer?"
Lightning sighs. "Oh, sure. If you can afford my fee. Standard appearance, maybe a 15% friends and family discount. More off the top if you let me park the merch trailer on the midway. You know, I wouldn't have pegged you for an 'institution of marriage' kind of car."
"Well, for tax purposes, it's a no brainer," Sally replies loftily. Then she turns to him. "What about you, Mr. Empty Cup?"
"Your feelings," she says, eyes locked on his. "On the institution of marriage."
Lightning flushes. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of his consciousness, a fan kicks on.
"Nothing but a diamond lugnut?" she suggests.
"You have plenty of time to decide," she says, and kisses him slowly.
"Long flight to Dubai, after all. Harv and I still need to write our vows, and for your pricetag, I'm going to expect you do write a speech, maybe do a burnout. You know, it's a ring, you're a ringbearer--"
i’m a kazuaki apologist. kazuaki did nothing wrong. he’s just a poor little meow meow. i could fix him. i think he’s just really cool and smart for his holiday star plan and i support him all the way ❤️