Rodimus, who, in getting glimpses of some of Optimus' memories as like data from the matrix, experiences confusion:
Things like, Jazz appearing softer or feeling smiles between them linger and feeling shame at not remembering things the same way, until he eventually realizes that this is just the way Optimus remembered things. Feeling like an outsider but then feeling the complete warmth of Optimus' love and admiration for others, a kind of love and acknowledgment he never gave him.
The feeling of it enveloping him, him resenting it only to completely change and later pity Optimus in his inability to act on it. How he yearned and adored so easily, and how naive he was in doing so. A painful rejection and the endless fickleness of another that he pinpointed as the direct cause of his passivity.
Feeling traces of a comforting servo, phantom touches not meant for him. Thinking Optimus an idiot for not reciprocating whatever it was between him and Rachet in that small pocket of time where everything wasn't so bad.
Getting the knowing feeling in the pit of his chassis of "Its not the right time" and then having a further feeling that it would never be the right time and to crush any affections, forcing it to fade until he sees him again in a memory eons later in empty longing.
The weird guilt that consumes him when passing a specific pillar. The familiar smell of rusting data pads lingering far off, but only existing within himself.
Speaking a secret, he wasn't supposed to know, aloud. Cringing at the memory of a gentle voice he only ever heard as a grating scratch beforehand echoing in his ear, a painful reminder that every other bot has changed.
Looking at how dull everyone's colors have become, never quite being able to return to their once bright and glossy finish no matter how many times one polished it.
A tryst being revealed to him in the middle of a dull meeting. An anger that failed to be quelled surfacing immediately after.
The reflection of his mentor staring right back at him, a remorseful look before anxiety starts chipping away at him. A restless tapping of his own servo on the nearest surface following soon after in an attempt to soothe.
It wasn't real.
A twinge of betrayal and embarrassment washing over him at the sound of bots conversing nearby.
Not one of his memories, either.
They tended to blur together at times.
A grounding moment when he stops middstep, caught in the euphoric moment he(Optimus) first came online.
A quiet moment where the dread left him and nothing mattered, his failures being the only thing that existed. The feeling of failure hanging on so tightly it might've been the only thing he had ever truly felt.
Hearing the whispers of reassurance, but only ever convincing himself it as insincere. Still feeling lonely.
A bot yelling at him,an argument, then an apology right after. They hadn't meant it. It didn't matter, though, because it still hurt.
A cold chill resting within his frame and the immediate relief of it dissappearing right after entering one of the few temples still left standing.
Hearing a song of some sort, an odd comfort lying in it. A recognition in the voice but not the ancient language they were speaking in. The pride welling within him as he stared into the blue of his creations optics. A gasp at seeing Bee's once gold finish and an even more devastating frown in knowing he'd never be whole again.
A stable silence when it recalled Hot Rod's appearance pre-matrix. A glimmer of hope in seeing streaks of orange and red blur past him, soon followed after by a familiar blue.
A rush of disappointment when Hot Rod would argue and provide indifferent words. A sense of fear being triggered by Rod's irresponsible behaviors. An illusion of providing him freedom. The sorrow that came with letting him do as he pleased because he knew there would be no time for it later. Words of reprimand being ignored.
Feeling complete as the energy in his spark returned to Primus in appreciation.
Seeing his own face in the eyes of his mentor and not feeling the betrayal of the trap he had been tricked to scheme, but an empathy overcoming him as he saw his form coming to the realization that he'd been decieved.
A sadness in knowing that this would be the last time he'd see him.
A deep seated sympathy at the events yet to occur, but sure to come. An even greater guilt because he spared him from the pain early on, but in doing so, he left him ill-prepared. Having more to say but cutting things short because he knew he was out of time.
Feeling other bots sparks across the universe, a faint worried tug pulling back in response to his despair and him tugging back in assurance.
The inevitability of the matrix freeing itself from his chassis, and it's glow hugging the both of them.
The relief in knowing that this time would be different. That he wouldn't be alone like he was. The plans and safety nets he put in place for him to use later on lying in wait.
An incomplete resolution to the events that started it all.
A final prayer to Primus and the primes before their fall, to safekeep and guide their newcomer.
And for the first time in all his existence, he feels the love, once thought to never exist, he kept buried for him, overflowing, as if there was no end; no longer being held back by the duty and sacrifice that the matrix plagued him with.
Seeing it all, breathing it in through his frame, the unfortunate tragedy and anguish his mentor had left him with, because he never knew he was loved.
The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...
Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?
not to sound like a crazy sjw but parents putting little girls in frilly dresses/lavish clothes and telling them not to run, climb, play in dirt, etc lest they ruin their outfits or somebody look up their skirts is one of the most direct ways we as a society teach girls that they are only ornamental and cut their childhoods short
I don’t know if anyone will read this… or if my voice will disappear like everything else we lost.
My name is Suhaila, a mother of five children.
My daughter Mira is in a very critical condition, and every passing moment brings us closer to losing her if help does not arrive in time.
I hold her small hand, watch her struggle to breathe, and pray for one more chance for her life.
Please… act now. Silence is taking her away from me. Every moment without help brings us closer to losing her. I beg you from my heart, don’t scroll past—help us before it’s too late.
Every second matters. Any small donation can help save her life. Please don’t ignore us. Share this message, donate if you can. Your kindness could give my daughter a chance to live and see tomorrow
Every second now is precious, and every act of kindness could be the reason she survives.
I am not asking for anything impossible—just a chance for my daughter to live, to stay with her siblings, and to have a tomorrow.
Please do not ignore this message.
If you cannot donate, please share it.
Your compassion might be the reason Mira lives.
I beg you with all my heart, stop here – donate, share, choose compassion before this silence becomes my daughter’s end.
Thank you for listeningMy daughter is on the edge of death. Every passing second could cost her life.
Share, donate now, and don’t let silence steal her minutes. Your kindness can save her today.
Donation link below 👇
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️
Hi my name is Mickey and I'm raising funds for:
Suheila, who is a m… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Suhaila's family in
Campaign checked by 90-ghost
💬 69 🔁 7018 ❤️ 1447 · My name is Suheila from Gaza 🇵🇸,
a mother of 5 children, living with my family in a tent after the war destroyed ou
My children are searching for their clothes under the rubble. This is my destroyed home Please help my orphaned children in Palestine. Help them
Help us. Save us. We are slowly dying. 😭💔🙏
I am a mother of five children, and today we are living through one of the most terrifying moments of our lives.
The army has ordered the evacuation of the areas around us. People are running in fear, carrying their children and whatever little they have left. I recorded a video so the world can see the suffering we are going through and the fear surrounding us every second.
We have no money to leave, no safe place to go, and nowhere to protect my children. Every moment feels like danger is getting closer to us. My children are terrified, and I do not know how to keep them safe anymore.
Please, I beg you, help us before it is too late. Help us before we are bombed and disappear like so many others. Any support, donation, or share could save the lives of my children.
Please do not ignore our cries for help.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️
Donation link
Hi my name is Mickey and I'm raising funds for:
Suheila, who is a m… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Suhaila's family in
I have documented a video showing military boats detaining fishermen in the Gaza Sea. My husband is a fisherman, and every time he goes out to sea, we live in constant fear for his life. During the war, he was injured and faced great danger from military boats, yet he is still forced to risk his life because our family has no other source of income.
"Look at the fishermen of Gaza. They go to sea not in search of wealth, but in search of survival. Yet even there, they live in fear. We have all seen fishermen intercepted and taken away by warships while trying to earn a living.
My husband is unemployed. He was once a fisherman, but now every trip to the sea carries the risk of detention, violence, or death. As a wife and mother, I am terrified of losing him, yet our family is struggling to survive without income.
Today, we face impossible choices: hunger or danger, poverty or risk. We need help to get through these difficult days.
I am asking for your compassion and support. Any donation, no matter the amount, will help us provide food, basic necessities, and a measure of stability for our family while we navigate this crisis.
Please consider donating and sharing our story. Your kindness can help protect a family that is simply trying to survive.
Thank you for standing with us and with the people of Gaza."
We are living in a torn tent, struggling to find food and clean water. I suffer from severe iron deficiency and poor health, while my children face hunger and uncertainty every day. We cannot afford even the most basic necessities, and each day has become a fight for survival.
Please watch our story and consider supporting our family. Your donation can help us buy food, water, medicine, and other essential needs. Every contribution, no matter how small, brings hope and helps us survive these extremely difficult circumstances.
🙏 Please donate and help us survive. Thank you for your compassion, kindness, and support.
Please do not ignore our cries for help.
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #724 )✅️
Donation link
Hi my name is Mickey and I'm raising funds for:
Suheila, who is a m… Mickey Dee needs your support for Support Suhaila's family in
Let's say I really wanted to reduce the number of children who die in car accidents. Car accidents are really bad, right? Nobody disagrees about that. And it would be much better for both the environment and the kids' health if they spent more time walking, or taking the bus. Perfectly reasonable. More cars off the road, safer roads, fewer kids getting hurt, healthier kids. A win-win!
Therefore, let's ban children from traveling by car and require all cars to have a scanner on the door that scans the government ID of everyone who gets in the car to make sure no kids are in there. After all, kids get hurt in car accidents all the time! We need to ban this right away!
gamechangershow
izzy806
discoholicmusic
romaincrisis
snowghoul
areudirty
pixelskylines
tangentwithtanner
