"Alright, let's have a look..."

Indie G1 Ratchet Tracking: "firstautobotmedic" M!A: None, Accepting! Current Status: Working.

[first-autobot-medic]

//Well Uh...

Yeah so this blog wasn’t meant to die I just...

What happened was I was struggling in school and... long story short I went though some grief and it’s been a really REALLY rough time in nursing school.

I’ve moved over to the Undertale Fandom and I’ve been really enjoying meself there ;w;

I sincerely miss being here with my One True Love (Transformers lol) but my close friends have moved there and I’m thriving with my OC and Canon Spinnoff Character there.

If anyone’s interested they are @smells-like-adventure and @devoted-royal-scientist!

Will I ever come back to this blog? I’m not sure. I want to go back to my Transformers OC blog @the-alliance-team too but, again, nobody is really around for me to rp with anymore. 

Thanks to all those who still follow me after literally a year or more of inactivity, but I promise I’m doing fine. I just really gotta graduate nursing school and it’s top priority now.

I LOVE YOU ALL!!! Please message me on one of my Undertale blogs if you want!

[first-autobot-medic]

//Yes, I’m okay!

Sorry for disappearing suddenly, you all know how a muse can just run out on you!

Nursing school is starting as of TODAY and every day is chock full of stuff I gotta get done if I’m gonna pass this year. I’ll be checking up here more often and will do replies in my spare time. If I decide not pick up a thread again, I’ll talk to you and we can start a new one, alright?

Love you all and thanks to those who checked up on me!!! <3

[kyzer-aqueron]

Undertale - How to Train the Gaster Blaster [pshattuckproductions]

So it seems that there is a chance that when sans falls asleep he ends up ditching his blasters and what happens when he does? Why papyrus takes care of them...

Damn XD those things are a pain to train! Comic by @wilyart

Dub by @pshattuckproduction

Hehehe~ Hiatus is over :3 Kyzers back in business!

[wily-art]

Oh my goodness this is amazing XD

[speakeasysniper]

I refuse to believe that in the year of our lord 2016 the Autobots haven’t discovered the silliness of social media. 

I’m sure Red hates Snapchat like it’s Megatron himself. 

Jazz and Blaster probably have their own Bandcamps

You CANNOT tell me that Sideswipe hasn’t done it for the Vine

Bluestreak can’t use twitter, 140 characters is just NOT ENOUGH 

Also with optional shitty snapchat filters

[sirmedicknight]

[first-autobot-medic]

//It's been Crazy...

My test is coming up and work has been hectic, so I'll get to stuff when I can! I also have an M!A I wanna activate, but it looks like I better wait till next month! Anyway, I'll be back as soon as I can! Love you all!

[mememusingjunk]

Nosy Mun Day Questions!

How are you today?

What is your name?

Have any nicknames?

How old are you?

What gender are you?

What is your sexual orientation?

What country are you from?

How would you describe yourself to a stranger?

Are you attending school?

Do you have a job?

Are you single or taken?

What is your best friend like?

When did you start roleplaying?

What are your favorite subjects/genres to roleplay?

What fandoms are you in?

Have you ever been to convention?

How many muses do you currently have?

Do you relate to your muse?

Do you think you and your muse would be friends?

How would you feel if you met your muse’s faceclaim?

Would you ever consider cosplaying as your muse?

What do you think are your roleplaying strengths and weaknesses?

Is roleplaying more of a job or a hobby to you?

Are you a jealous roleplay partner?

How do you feel about others who have the same muse as you?

What’s a song that could be your theme song?

Name something that’s a favorite of yours?

Any advice for other roleplayers?

Tell us a story about yourself?

Post a pic of yourself?

[dalishfavor]

The Importance of communication.

If you have an issue with something your partner is doing.

Talk to them.

If you’re unsure about something.

Talk to them.

If you aren’t feeling a ship but they’re still excited about it.

Talk to them.

I cannot tell you how many times a relationship with a writing partner has gone downhill all because they would not talk to me about something. Blocking with no explanation, blocking because you don’t like what the other person said (not harassment, you just don’t like what they said), blocking because you’re angry is not the correct way to handle these situations. Some people will take that blocking very negatively, especially if you don’t talk it through, offer any explanation or give any indication as to what drove you to that to start with.

You could trigger a panic attack, cause someone to suffer a relapse or even drop back into self harm because they don’t know what they did wrong. 

This is not how you handle these things, this is not how you treat other people. There needs to be ample and even communication on both sides. If you are angry, upset or anything like that then step away for a bit. Go do something to calm down and THEN come back and talk to them.

A majority of drama on this site is caused directly from lack of communication or misunderstanding.

If you want to respect your partners then you need to take the time to LISTEN to them. You need to have the ability to be patient and try to see what they’re saying. If it turns to harassment then, yes, block them by all means. If not, then you need to try and listen.

Do not block your partners without trying to talk through the issue first!

[charlotte-liddel]

[[ This is what I have been saying since day one when someone just went and blocked me not telling me what I did wrong. I’m left mentally scarred by it with my already existing trust issues.]]

[[And as an added note I have this to say.]] [[ If you have talked it out with that partner and they feel they no longer want to RP with you that is totally okay and you shouldn’t throw a fit over that. Don’t make a big stink over something settled in a civil matter.]]

[archivedmisadventures-deactivat]

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

[first-autobot-medic]

"Hey Ratchet? Are you busy at the moment? I have a small problem."

What was it now?

Couldn’t he have five minutes of peace and quiet?

Ratchet’s gaze did not waver from his hand as he worked to maintain the delicate tools contained within it. He was hunched over, taking great care not to solder something he shouldn’t, or use too much of the alloy.

He’d cleared his schedule just so he could do this.

“What is it, Stretcher?” He asked evenly.

[knockoutsapprentice]

She approached him. “I’m sorry I interrupted you.” She stated, offering her servo.

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot.

“It’s alright, Stretcher. Someone always manages to interrupt my personal maintenance.” He took her hand and began to turn it this way and that, “I think it’s a curse.”

“Does it hurt?” He asked her, frowning at her wrist and examining what he could see through her plating. It was possible something had gotten jammed, or something had broken, and jammed the other pieces. “Try changing it for me.”

[jackofwheels]

"We... need to talk."

@first-autobot-medic

Wheeljack looked up a sense of nervousness overcoming him as he spotted his friend. A part of him just wanted to run away but he knew he couldn’t do that to Ratchet.

He hesitated before finally speaking. “Okay.”

[jackofwheels]

Wheeljack kept his own field close to him not wanting Ratchet to be hurt more than he already was. Slowly however he did look at them. Guilt and pain mingled in his optics but he was trying. Maybe they did need to talk. The problem was he didn’t know how to start.

Curbing back the natural urge to place a servo on Ratchet’s shoulder he spoke. “No it’s alright. Please stay if you want to. I mean…”

Fraggit there he was trailing off again. Why couldn’t he think of something to say? It shouldn’t be this hard. It had never been this hard before. Suddenly unable to take it anymore he blurted out. “I’m sorry, Ratchet. This is my fault.”

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet hadn’t exactly been himself the last few days; since his memory lapse, he’d been suffering from flashbacks and night terrors and his emotional state had been volatile at best. He’d gotten too little sleep, maybe he wasn’t even thinking clearly.

He felt coolant prickle at his optics as he waited for Wheeljack to respond, and he let out a shaky vent. He was still a mess. He shouldn’t be here...

When the engineer finally looked up and spoke, the medic watched and waited for him to continue with baited breath. But when he apologized, Ratchet was taken aback.

He was in the wrong, not Wheeljack! “No, it--it was me,” He said hastily, “I overreacted and-- and I shut you down before I even knew how you felt-- before I even realized how... how much you cared.”

His ped scuffed the floor uncharacteristically and he suddenly found great interest in the orange, metal tiles, his face growing hot with both embarrassment and anger at himself.

[jazz4thearkbeats]

“Ah’ve been exhaustin mahslf into recharge, most o the time. Or ah use a lil somethin ah got from the cons medical bay ta sleep. Ah triple checked it, its just a simple sedative. Ah cleared house with em, so e might be gettin some beat up ‘Cons next time we fight.” Jazz chuckled towards the end as he glanced at Ratchet, gauging his reaction.

“Sometimes, if ah can recharge with another body tha ah trust absolutely, like Bluebird o Prowla, ah don't have memory purges at all.”

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet wasn't sure what he had been expecting to hear from Jazz, but he had certainly not been expecting the truth.

It was time to level with the mech. This was no longer an interrogation.

Oh, he was mad that Jazz hadn’t come to him before this, and that he’d been using medications outside of his consult, but it was in the light now. Now it could be dealt with.

Ratchet sighed, then pulled up a stool and sat, “I shouldn’t have to tell you that using sedatives to sleep is extremely unsafe, even tested ones.” He explained evenly, “And of course there’s always the risk if you building up a tolerance to them that I would have otherwise not known about. What if you woke up in the middle of me operating on you because the dose I gave was no longer effective?” He was simply stating facts at this point-- important facts.

“What else have you tried?” Ratchet asked, “Music? Relaxation techniques? Meditation? Sleeping with someone you trust might not always be an option and you said yourself that doesn’t always work...”

[first-autobot-medic]

::Is there anyone out there who can help?:: The signal was an open comms plea, but weak and it's origin was definitely Decepticon.

Ratchet could barely make out the distress call. It sounded as if the sender was nearly out of range, or they were very weak, but the signal was definitely of Decepticon origin.

It was possible this was a trap, as the Decepticons were known to place for the Autobots on a regular basis, but Ratchet also knew that the Cons had a tendency to leave one of their own to rust had they not proven themselves useful.

He couldn’t risk not answering.

The medic snatched up the signal before it could fade and radioed back, ::This is Ratchet, I read you. What’s your status?::

[tinyseekerdev]

::Will do.:: He sent back casually, with a cheery chirping tone. He was trying to stay focused on the positives. Now, he just had to wait, powering down all unnecessary systems, he tried to relax as much as he could given his situation. Though not much, as the pain was intense and sharp and his safety was undetermined. He had no idea who would be coming to help. Nor how they would act. But they were Cybertronians, so they should be more understanding and supportive of another Cybertronian, right?

Not that he had had much experience with Cybertronians that were neither 1) Seekers or 2) Decepticons. But he remembered his early life… and the lessons taught by The Colony-that all Bots were equal and should be equally considered. That all had potential. We all start off as a blank slate. Then good or bad experiences and the bots around us shape us… no Bot started off purely good or purely evil. Most were a bit of both, and some became better people than others. Some handled some things better than others. 

That situation might bring out one side of a Bot more than another. We could all be cruel, or mean, if pushed enough or traumatized and not helped to deal with it in a proper manner… or if we’ve been mistreated. It’s all an undefined and undetermined uncertainty. 

[first-autobot-medic]

They were closing in. ::Are you still with me, Devision?:: Ratchet asked, ::ETA Two minutes.::

A separate line came in, from another of his party, ::Ratch, if this mech is a decepicreep, why’re we helpin them all all?::

::Yeah!:: Another voice replied, ::The Cons can take care of their own messes!::

Ratchet gave a low growl, grateful Devision couldn’t hear them, ::We’re all Cybertronains.:: He said crossly, ::You can’t forget they are still of our own kind, and that not all of them had a choice as to what side they ended up on.::

Realizing there was going to be no arguing with the medic, the rest of their drive was silent, and as soon as they reached the small clearing where Devision lay, Ratchet transformed and rushed to his side, barking orders for the team to set up a perimeter.

“Some mess you got yourself into,” Ratchet commented dryly as he began to scan Devision for any major breaks, “What happened?” 

[first-autobot-medic]

"Hey Ratchet? Are you busy at the moment? I have a small problem."

What was it now?

Couldn’t he have five minutes of peace and quiet?

Ratchet’s gaze did not waver from his hand as he worked to maintain the delicate tools contained within it. He was hunched over, taking great care not to solder something he shouldn’t, or use too much of the alloy.

He’d cleared his schedule just so he could do this.

“What is it, Stretcher?” He asked evenly.

[knockoutsapprentice]

“My servo is jammed. I can’t seem to revert it back to a hand.” She replied, feeling a little guilty for interrupting the CMO’s personal maintenance.

[first-autobot-medic]

There was a long moment of silence before Ratchet sighed, his features softening as he found a good stopping point in his work. He set down his tools and stood, motioning Stretcher over, “Come here, let me have a look.”

He didn’t mean to be grumpy, it was just he was always interrupted with this particular task. Every. Single. Time.

[speakeasysniper]

Looks like you've got a case of glitch-mice.

Looks like Red’s cats are going to be swarming him soon. Frag. This was as bad as the kremzeek drama. 

“R-ratchet - um- no reason or anything but, um, how does- how does one remove glitch mice from armor?” 

So much uncomfortable squirming. 

[speakeasysniper]

“O-oh. No reason.” 

Inching away from the medic now before he gets grabby and calls Blue on his bullscrap. “Just a uh- i-idle curiosity. So- uh- what happens if there’s, say, an infestation of a sort- like, I sorta remember Hound and it made his sensors all glitchy and didn’t he start seeing things?” 

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet would not make grabby hands at Bluestreak, but he would slowly move to block the exit before the gunner could escape.

“Hound had a bad infestation– they’d gotten to his central wiring when he started seeing things.” Ratchet informed, looking at Bluestreak critically up and down, “If you have glitch-mice, you could spread them all over the Ark, and as happy as those secruity cats would be about that, there’s no way the cats can get them out of our plating.”

He was not about to have another episode of that mess on his hands.

“Be straight with me, Bluestreak.” Ratchet said sternly, “Do you have glitch-mice?”

[first-autobot-medic]

"What up mech? How's it goin?"

“Well, you know–” The medic ducked out briefly from behind the trees as the strange mech– an Autobot with a strangely familiar calm attitude, joined the fight, “Just fighting for our lives.” He replied, his tone just as even as the other’s.

Suddenly, there was a break in the battle, and they had a moment of breathing space.

“What’d you say your name was?” Ratchet asked, panting and clutching his side where a ‘Con had gotten a good shot in.

[chronicle4assassin]

Smiling at him he saluted him cheekily “Nice to meetchya Ratchet, though if prefer we hadn’t of met on the battlefield.” He replied, nodding back at him politely. Optics narrowing behind his visor as he caught the sounds of ped step moving in, around them both and then having Ratchet confirm it. Six, six cons were surrounding them. Looking back at the mech, he tilted his helm towards his right. “Divide and Conquer. Or stick together.” He asked. Activating his rifle

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet hummed, charging his own blaster and changing his other hand into his combat blade, “Together, I think. On three.”

At the mark, they would both come about the trees and open fire.

“One... two... three!”

Ratchet stepped out from behind the tree, catching his first opponent completely off guard, running him through and ending him with a bullet to the helm. The next one was not so easy, as they had seen Ratchet coming, but the medic was within arm’s length already, and they each sent shots flying before Ratchet’s blaster was knocked away. He turned his now-free hand into his combat knife, and began to jab and swipe at the other’s weak points.

[westieronto]

How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”

[thefemcritique]

The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around

[pardonmewhileipanic]

pls watch

[voremeseymour-deactivated201606]

honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me

[mttheww]

Dorothy:  Dr. Budd?

Dr. Budd:  Yes?

Dorothy:  You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick.  Do you remember?  You told me I was just getting old.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sorry, I really don’t–

Dorothy:  Remember.  Maybe you’re getting old.  That’s a little joke.  Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick.  I have chronic fatigue syndrome.  That is a real illness.  You can check with the Center for Disease Control.

Dr. Budd:  Huh.  Well, I’m sorry about that.

Dorothy:  Well, I’m glad!  At least I know I have something.

Dr. Budd:  I’m sure.  Well, nice seeing you.

Dorothy:  Not so fast.  There are some things I have to say.  There are a lot of things that I have to say.  Words can’t express what I have to say.  [tearing up]  What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.

Dr. Budd:  Good!

Dorothy:  But I will!

Dr. Budd’s date:  Louis, who is this person?

Dr. Budd:  Look, Miss–

Dorothy:  Sit.  I sat for you long enough.  Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me.  You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up.  You dismissed me!  You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time.  Is that your caring profession?  Is that healing?  No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one.  I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.

Dr. Budd:  Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–

Dr. Budd’s date:  Shut up, Louis.

Dorothy:  I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it.  You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else.  You’d better start listening to your patients.  They need to be heard.  They need caring.  They need compassion.  They need attending to.  You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.

[jennytrout]

Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.

[bexthesugarbabe-deactivated2017]

I used to love this show and I don’t remember Dorothy having Cfs. Everything she says rings true

[cunningcelt]

The Golden Girls was so ahead of its time in so many ways. Do yourselves all a favour and watch every last episode.

[breelandwalker]

GO OFF DOROTHY!!!!

[fallendecepticonheir]

((FUCK YEAH DOROTHY))

[jazz4thearkbeats]

Jazz hummed as his digits tapped against his armor.

“Ah dont sleep well, Ratch. Ah get memory purges tha alert mah programming. Ah almost killed Blue once. Ah doze, mosta the time.” HE shrugged, armor flat against his frame.

[first-autobot-medic]

Ratchet made a soft sound in his throat. There wasn’t a lot he could do to stop Jazz’s coding from activating, and if he interfered at all, it might not work correctly when it was needed.

“What have you tried to help you sleep?” The medic asked, his tone a touch gentler now. “And don’t say ‘everything.’ I want to know what you’ve tried.”

He knew what it was like not to get sleep, and it wore a mech down in every way. Maybe there were still a few options Jazz hadn’t explored.