Current main interest: transformers

Reblogging whatever I feel like

[aknolan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

After everything that's happened Windblade and Chromia finally reunite, but there's a lot still left unsaid.

Where do they stand now?

[standandwatchshitburn]

why so silent good messieurs

[nsfwitchy2]

I’m SEVERELY disappointed this post didn’t include the eye witness statement of the mirror crash incident in question

[em-iliart]

how this week has felt

[em-iliart]

Prints of these are now up on my inprnt! Link in bio as always and thank you for the lovely comments 🖤

[em-iliart]

Once more, with feeling

[teaboot]

Lmaooooo I've had this job for 6ish years now and the brand-new baby guard I JUST finished training keeps trying to "help" me

I was on the phone with police the other day describing someone and he was over here talking *over* dispatch to give me details I already knew... because I had paused.... to give dispatch time to type.... and I guess he thought I didn't know???

Like man I appreciate the spirit but I literally taught YOU how to do that, do you think I forgot??

Like I bequeathed unto you my Stone of Power and in doing so lost all arcane wisdom???

Bruh

[teaboot]

Cis dudes do this thing where they share basic ass knowledge with you like you're not the resident expert

and while I USED to think it was because I was a girl and they thought girls were stupid, I have come to understand that really, it comes from more of a benign and congnitively youthful void where "other people know things that I don't" and "sometimes things don't make sense to me because there are things I am not yet aware of"

and this can be directed towards anyone they haven't subconciously identified as a Wiser Authority

Such as a Girl

[teaboot]

And actually now that I'm thinking about it, maybe that's part of the reason that people who are benignly (for lack of a better term) biased insist so strongly that they AREN'T, that race or gender or sexuality or religion has nothing to do with their behaviors

Because if "people who might know more than me" is an unspoken category that applies only to Professors, Guardians, Role Models, and Peers- and NONE of those hypothetical persons LOOKS like "girl", in their head, they aren't treating girls like they're dumb- they're treating girls THE EXACT SAME WAY they treat EVEYONE ELSE...... who isn't more intelligent.

No wonder they're always so blind to it! They're looking for a big solid block that says "BELIEF THAT WOMEN ARE STUPID", and they're COMPLETELY MISSING the big, empty hole where "BELEIEF THAT ANY WOMEN MIGHT KNOW MORE THAN ME" should go

We don't *know* what we don't know not because something is missing or something else is in the way, but because it was never there to begin with

[sunshinetheinspiration]

Expanding on this, they also don’t examine why the people who fall under the Expert category happen to not be women (and other marginalized people)

[teaboot]

^^^^^^^^

*also am personally dude now btw

[ryllen]

🍮

[what-even-is-thiss]

A fundamental flaw of the human design is that we’re so complicated but also we like putting stuff in fun simple little categories. Like major glitch there. They should patch that.

[what-even-is-thiss]

Even when you know that things are complicated your brain still starts merrily humming along trying to figure out if yellow skittles belong in the green pile or the blue pile

[what-even-is-thiss]

You can’t Google it because I made up the metaphor.

Listen. Listen very closely. So many people have missed the point of what I’m saying. I’m firmly holding your head to make you look me in the eyes.

Human beings arbitrarily sort things. Sometimes those things are colored m&ms. Sometimes those things are something more consequential. Like gender or animal taxonomy or systems of government.

The reason there is no yellow pile is that often our brains can’t comprehend things outside of the arbitrary categories we have set up for ourselves. A mind that has been told that the only possible forms of economies are capitalism or communism will have no conceptual box in their head in which to place mercantilism or even a new system entirely. A person who has only ever seen green or blue skittles will have no idea what to do with a yellow one.

Even if we are aware of this truth about ourselves, it can be difficult to fight. Think to yourself. Why must we classify a platypus as a mammal? Why is it strange to us? Why can it not be something beyond a mammal or something that both is and is not a mammal? Yet it is classified even though we know that classifications of animal taxonomy are largely artificial constructions. You must though, try to see past the skittles. Past the platypus. Understand that your categorization of the universe has no basis in objective reality, if objectivity even exists. Your human instinct is to put all the red books together and you may continue doing so. It is in your nature. However, there is no reason to place red books together. Do you understand? The category of red is made up. Yet you continue to use it anyways. I’m talking about something way bigger than skittles here. The skittles were supposed to be a shorthand. A thing that helped me explain without going on this exact unhinged tirade. I am letting go of your face now.

[fox-bright]

hi any life advice for 21yo

Don't date thirty-year-olds until you are at least 25.

Having a glass of water for every glass of alcohol will give you a 50% reduction in hangover viciousness.

Bad people will use your willingness to be quiet as a weapon against you. If someone's being awful to you and trusting you'll be quiet to keep from making waves, surprise them.

There is no physical object in the world that is worth as much as your honor.

Honor is not the same as dignity. Retaining one sometimes means leaving the other aside.

Don't have any sex you don't want to have; have as much as you want of the sex that you do, whether that's a lot, a little, or none at all. Nothing you can do to your own body is immoral, unless you're doing it as an act of self-punishment.

Food is morally neutral. You do not have to earn the right to eat calories. Fat and sugar keep your brain from eating itself.

Learning to sit still and breathe--in, in, in, hold, hold, hold, out, out, out, out, out, out--can give you five feet of clear space around yourself in a maelstrom.

Find out how to make three good meals: A comfort meal you can make for just yourself relatively easily, a fancy meal you can use to wow a date, and a meal you can feed a bunch of people. All the other cooking can come later, but you can build a community on those three meals.

If you ever get to the point that things are so bleak you can see no other way forward but to die, make any other choice. If that means leaving everything you own and being a beach bum, or quitting your career, or taking up or leaving a religion, or deciding to bicycle across the country, so be it; living means more chances, dying means everything stops and you don't get to see any more interesting things. As you have not yet seen all the things that can interest you, it is better to live.

[soreii-xx]

This Himmel art I made back in January... posting it now I did initially post it on Twitter/X though I was reminded that I made it when I saw it floating on Pinterest a couple days ago... what the 🥹

[duskdrawings]

A set of Bechloe memes have appeared, which means you're going to have a great day today!!! 😄✨

pp memes #1 / pp memes #2 / pp memes #3 / pp memes #4 / pp memes #5 / pp memes #6 / pp memes #7 / pp memes #8 / pp memes #9 / pp memes #10 / bechloe memes #1 / bechloe memes #2

[writing-prompt-s]

You are a villain famous for “killing” heroes. In reality, heroes come to you to fake their deaths.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

Sometimes they try to pay you.

You are posted out by the Hollywood sign tonight, sitting under the frame where the W used to be. It got burnt to a crisp during last week’s big superhero fight. A hero died right where you’re sitting. The whole area’s been closed down until Hero Force can coordinate a recovery effort. Usually it’d be done by now but no one’s willing to touch it until the ash has been completely blown away.

It’s a rule that the world must stand still when a hero dies.

“How much?”

The voice comes from behind you. The lights that illuminate the Hollywood sign are down to hide as much of the scorch marks as possible. You wouldn’t be able to see anything even if you did turn around, so you don’t.

You put some chapstick on, the glide of the balm against your wind chapped lips grounding.

“I said,” the Hero says, voice tightening, “How. Much.”

There’s the sound of gravel crunching now. They’re wearing heavy boots and the scent of fresh blood grows stronger the closer they get. Their breathing is smooth and even which means it’s not their blood.

You put the cap back on your chapstick and tuck it into your leather jacket’s inner pocket. “I don’t take money.”

“Then what do you take?” The Hero rounds the Y and comes into your line of sight. The dark hides most of their features, but you can make out a glittering gold mask and the dull shine of drying blood on their chest plate. Their breathing may be even, but their stance isn’t. They sway in place, back and forth, back and forth. Their arms wrap around their stomach. “I’ve got land. A house. You can have it.”

Keep reading

[tyrantisterror]

I was a really soft-hearted little kid who cried a lot and liked to play games about making big families and nurturing things, which, since I was a boy, meant I got the shit kicked out of me a lot by other boys for being girly. Boys were supposed to be tough and fight and compete and try to be the best, you see, that's how our imagination games were supposed to go. And that's what media aimed at boys when I was a kid focused on - heroes who beat the shit out of people and are tough and don't cry et cetera et cetera.

And I learned to like that and see the appeal in that, sure. There are lots of stories that were made for an audience of little boys that I ended up liking. But I always wanted something that told me boys like me, who didn't want to be violent or competitive, who liked nurturing things and making friends, who avoided fights whenever allowed, were valid.

So I was really happy when Steven Universe came around and was exactly that - the kind of show a sensitive little boy like I used to be would have killed to see. And very shortly after that I was crushed when the growing criticism of the show repeated the refrain that it was bad mainly because Steven was a pacifist who cried and didn't want to be violent and liked nurturing things and making friends instead of killing people. I wasn't surprised, no, it made perfect sense people would hate it for being that, but I was crushed all the same.

Our society only accepts a very narrow definition of masculinity, and kindness isn't allowed to play a very big role in it. That's one of the reasons I quit it.

Anyway, I'm a daycare teacher now, and one of the kids in my class is a really sensitive little boy with big feelings and a bigger heart, who acts very nurturing to his little 3-D printed dragons, and gets very upset at how mean and rude the other little boys can be when they're trying to prove they're mature and tough. Recently he's been talking to me about a show he found and has fallen in love with called Steven Universe, and I've been delighted to hear him regale me about how much he loves it. I bet it's doing him some real good to see that it's ok for a little boy like him to have a big heart and to want to make friends instead of fight all the time. He's making up his own crystal gem OC too, isn't that nice?

[lesbianshepard]

one of the funnier incidents of me assuming someone knew a meme irl was when a new coworker was talking about some woman who got arrested for tax fraud and I went "God forbid women do anything" and he got scared and thought I was accusing him of being sexist, so he started apologizing and saying how tax fraud isn't even bad, actually.

[sreegs]

I usually disable all the health stuff in the iPhone Health app but i opened it today check something completely unrelated when i decided to scroll down the "All Health Data" section and i've apparently fallen down a lot?? on one day in January 2015 in particular

[sreegs]

scale time

the number above is 1.00e81 (1 with 81 zeros).

There's 86,400 seconds in a day. A femtosecond is one quadrillionth of a second. there are 8.64e19 femtoseconds in a day. i would have to fall down at least 1e61 times per quadrillionth of a second to reach that number

[sreegs]

apparently a fall creates 2-4kN of force so lets split the difference and say 3kN so thats 3e81 kN of cumulative force applied over a 24 hour period to roughly, i dunno a square meter or two. i have no idea how to quantify that but im pretty sure that's an erosive force that can move mountains

presuming im invincible, i dont think the elasticity of like, granite can even keep up with the frequency of the impact. interesting conundrum

[sreegs]

i failed to consider the speed involved here in order to fall 1e81 times in a 24h period.

i'm 178cm tall, and in order to fall repeatedly, you have to get back up again (isnt there a song about this?) so one complete fall cycle is 356 cm, or 0.00356 km.

i traveled 0.00356km 1e81 times so thats 3.56e78 km/day, so 86400 seconds in a day thats 4.12037037037e73 km/sec.

i have absolutlely annihilated everything and broken the speed of light, which is a measly 299,792.458 km/sec. everything is gone. everything.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

I get knocked down

but I get up again

10^81 times

[yorgen-sh]

[npdclaraoswald]

A doll youtuber I watch has made a video about the history of Polly Pocket, and she's describing the plots of the dvd specials, one of which features an elderly woman named Ms. Throckmorton, and my reaction was

[imviotrash]

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[the-haiku-bot]

“Kill them with kindness”

Nah, fuck that, CRICKET BAT 🏏 🏏🏏🏏*SMACK*

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Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[bulbekuggeleh]

This opens up a lot of possibilities for what a haiku can be

[quietwingsinthesky]

like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.

[quietwingsinthesky]

“I thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.” <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.

“I thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldn’t.” <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.