Having experienced a lot of it in my 20s, I think some of the worst, pettiest, most straight up this-is-just-bullying-you're-passing-off-as-praxis incidences of Queer Infighting endemic to young people can be best understood as attempts to exercise power by people with very little power.
Like you're 22, you're queer, you've just become a Marxist, the scope of World Suck is overwhelming and you have $30 in your bank account. What can you do to feel like you have any power? Well, you can try to get your frenemy cancelled for cosplaying a character from a problematic show. You can write a public callout post over someone's obviously friendly use of a slur you don't think they technically have the right to reclaim. Doing this stuff can make you feel like you have power and your actions have an impact. Unfortunately the impact in question is a negative impact on other marginalized people. But that often takes some maturity and self-reflection to notice.
I'm reminded of this post from 2017. To paraphrase, OP took part in community service via their university and part of that was cleaning the bathrooms at the local homeless community centre, which would frequently get trashed, not because the homeless people using them disrespected the work of the people cleaning them but because they had so little control over other things that happened in their lives, and the bathroom was something they could affect.
This, too, is a trashed bathroom; young queer people living through hell and having precious little control over their circumstances or the world in which they exist can affect something by using the language of social justice as a cudgel on their would-be allies, as well as getting a brief feeling of power over someone else by doing it.
It's not worth it. Don't trash your community bathrooms.
transformer who doesn't understand simple social cues and the humans think it's because they're from space, but no, they're autistic, the rest of the bots understand social cues
Happy disabled pride month to the undiagnosed. To those with no idea what it could be. To those who are pretty sure they know, but can't be certain yet. To those whose doctors are trying their best, and to those whose doctors aren't. To those with test results, and those without. To those whose prognosis isn't looking good. To those scared by the course of their symptoms, and with no idea what's going to happen next. Living undiagnosed is hard, and I wish you all luck.
july is disability pride month. it is also summer in the northern hemisphere, and this summer we have seen record breaking hot temperatures across the globe. it might be apt to remember that disabled people are a population vulnerable to extreme weather, and significantly more at risk of death or health issues during a heatwave. "the global mortality rate of people with disabilities in natural disasters is up to four times higher than people without disabilities." (source). disability may increase the relative risk of a heatwave more than old age, socioeconomic status, and being outdoors (source). even in the places most affected by the rising heat, disabled people are barely included in action plans for public safety, if at all (source). global warming is a an issue that affects a wide range of people, but let's not forget it is also a disability rights issue
He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
What with GTA VI going up for pre-order i'd just like to remind everyone that rockstar conspired with the UK government to lock an 18-year-old away for life for hacking them.
so i watched Attack of the Autobots last night and long story short but imagine an aligned-like origin of the 13 primes, and where, like in the aligned continuity, Optimus is the 13th Prime, and the 13th Prime’s information/role/appearance wasn’t anywhere near as well known or defined as the others. But! Instead of just being The Mediator, he’s actually the first cassette host/carrier. He made the first cassettes. I think this also ties in well with the whole “his spark is the most like Primus’s own” thing the aligned continuity thing has going on. He, like their creator, can make smaller bots, but he’s not a god, so they can’t survive fully independently. And it would be very like him to realize that he made a mistake that caused someone else harm, and to do whatever it takes to help them, including giving them access to his own insides to gain what they lack so direly.
all this to say: i think it would be neato if Soundwave & his cassettes found out and were forced to confront the fact that Optimus was the reason any of them exist. And I also think it would be funny if he just didn't tell anyone that he’s universally compatible with all cassettes regardless of whether they have a bond or not, and people had to find out by him just taking one and shoving them in his chest without warning.
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poor things, well we should definitely make this easier on them by never repeatedly mentioning their name and deeds on the "reblog things forever" website
crying screaming throwing up thinking about, for some reason, Swindle EARNESTLY trying to warn everyone of an incoming disaster and nobody listens to him because they think it's another scam
i like to think that some people believe him at the 11th hour when he starts offering things like weapons or supplies for free/no strings attached, meanwhile some people are immediately ten thousand percent more suspicious. Because on the one hand, this now reeks to high hell of a scam. But on the other hand, that is incredibly out of character for him, and he’s clearly still running scams that are entirely unrelated to the thing he’s claiming. And then there’s people like Red Alert who don’t necessarily believe him, but they feel that they can’t afford to not prepare just in case. And maybe a few people who are bored and figure that they’ll sacrifice a few shanix just to see what he’s trying to pull this time, and maybe they’ll get a fun story out of it to tell in a thousand years.
I keep thinking about that scene in “Secret Identity Crisis” where Max could’ve been outed for sure if Dredd had just siphoned from him on that bus. Like, there’s no coming back from that, holo bots or not. It’s wraps for anyone’s plausible deniability.
AU where Max Steel’s secret identity doesn’t last a week. And all the many, many consequences that entails.
i love that the only reason max isnt outed in canon is bc dredd is absolutely confident who he is the moment he lays eyes on him. he’s 100% correct but damn. good thing he looks just like his dad (well bad thing really since thats why dredd made the connection instead of like. deciding to hold the bus hostage to lure max steel out.)
(also i love using the end of that ep as one of the things syd cites when she’s like ‘yea i figured out your secret identity via logic’. specifically the whole ‘max steel will go out of his way to save everyone…. except max mcgrath, who had to climb his way back up after being flung off a bridge.’)
I have an idea and all it cost me was taking ten thousand screenshots of the kids on that bus to get an accurate head count.
Who all move around a lot between shots, by the way. Like, a lot.
We have Butch and Sydney, plus Kirby who’s never in any shots he’s not the focus of. As well as nine Npc students (eleven if we count the two who don’t appear more than once, but I’m not gonna) and the bus driver who fainted when Dredd arrived that we never see regain consciousness.
But we’ll get back to them.
—
“Yes, you do look like your father. Aw, little Max McGrath. Or should I say, Max Steel!”
And then Dredd picks Max up and siphons from him right there on the bus rather than backhanding him out of the window. Powers up on the spot. Evil laughter. All that good stuff.
Max struggles, obviously, and Steel comes out of his backpack to shoot Dredd in the face so he lets go of Max. Because he’s powered up, Dredd’s blinded attempt to strike Steel still sends him and Max out of the window.
Max Steel rises in Turbo Flight mode and the fight resumes mostly as normal. Dredd flexes his upgraded battlesuit, Syd tries to help, boulders get thrown, Kirby hits Dredd with a bus, NTek arrives.
“It’s over, Dredd.”
“It’s not over! Don’t you realize? Now I know who you are, Max McGrath.”
There is no hologram gaslighting attempt. NTek shows up guns blazing and surrounds Dredd on the cliff’s edge, only for Dredd to let go and escape.
Forge calls for a pair of jump-jets to get back in the air and give chase, but there’s not much else they can do. The students on the bus start evacuating, finally, while these two have a conversation right there in the open. Because clearly they’re past secrecy.
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“I told you two to cut it out with the heroics!” Someone says. “Now look what’s happened. Your identity’s been compromised!”
Sydney helps Butch up from where he’d been curled up cowering under the bus. She looks over to see Max Steel getting lectured by a man in damaged armor.
His little drone friend pulls away from his chest. Their big armored form collapses into just regular old Max McGrath. Knowing it was one thing, but seeing it is so incredible. At least, it would be if he didn’t look so crushed.
“Uncle Ferrus—“ Max, their Max, starts to say.
“Names, Max! Mother of Mars, is this how careless you’ve been all this time?” Ferrus shakes his head. “We should’ve pulled you out of that school the moment you two were linked. Better late than never, I suppose.”
“You can’t say that!” Max puts a hand over his chest. “I know I messed up, but we can do better! Please, just give us another chance.”
“There are no second chances, Max. That cat’s already out of the bag.” Ferrus says firmly. “Even if we pull off a successful cover up here, there’s no guarantee Dredd won’t run his mouth. It’s better to cut our losses and pull you from the public eye before this gets any worse.”
The little drone breaks in between them, furious. “So that’s it, huh? Max Steel’s just gonna turn tail and run?”
Is he the Steel in Max Steel then?
Ferrus meets Steel’s eye with a glare. “Would you rather put countless civilian lives in danger?”
“No, Commander…” Max hangs his head, voice low. “I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t get it sooner.”
“It’ll be alright, Max. We’ll sort this out.” Ferrus pats him on the shoulder. “You can still run missions with us from time to time. This is just the last anyone will see of Maxwell McGrath.”
What?
No.
“No!” Sydney shouts. “No, that’s not fair!”
It really isn’t.
So Max saves their lives over and over again and he gets punished for it? Has to go live in some super secret government bunker or whatever and pull out of school? Doesn’t get to talk to his friends again? Maybe won’t talk to anyone as Max McGrath ever again?
Sydney won’t stand for it. If Max won’t stand up for his right to exist as himself, she will!
“Young lady, this doesn’t concern you.” Ferrus says when Sydney breaks away from the pack to march up to him.
“Oh it totally concerns me. Because it sounds like you’re going to make my best friend disappear!” She starts loud and stays loud.
“What?” Kirby calls from over by the bus. “That’s so not cool, man!”
The other kids seem to agree. Even Butch has pulled himself together enough to look angry.
“You don’t understand. This is for your safety—“
“Oh, really? How are we any safer without Max around?” Sydney gestures dramatically with both hands to the bus. “That bad guy tore up the bus trying to look for Max today! Do you have any idea what he could do to us, to our whole school, if he goes looking for Max there and doesn’t find him?”
Because she’d seen it firsthand today. Max is a hero through and through. Any time that Dredd guy hurt her or tried to get at their classmates, Max Steel got real upset. Like, started throwing rocks at him kind of upset.
There’s no world where people causing trouble at their school doesn’t draw him out. Hell, Max looks torn up by the idea of it right now!
And this guy must notice that, because he grimaces.
“We’ll post up some of our personnel at your school until Dredd gets the message. Once he knows he won’t find what he’s looking for there, he’ll move on.” Ferrus says. But they all know it’s a terrible solution.
“And what about our homes? Are you gonna have a guy with a gun follow each and every one of us everywhere we go? I’m sure that will be great for secrecy.”
“Sydney, what are you doing?” Max asks. But she’s not done.
“No, the best thing to do would be to have Max stay right where he is and bring the back up to him.” Sydney crosses her arms. “But not your guys, they’d stand out too much.”
“You can’t be serious.” Steel says flatly.
She is so serious.
“You should train us in secret to back Max Steel up.” Sydney makes eye contact with Ferrus. “It’d make it so we’re not easy hostages. And we’re not all in the same class, so we can cover more ground. We might have things handled before Max Steel even arrives on the scene if we get good enough.”
“That’s ludicrous!” Ferrus dismisses. He turns to Max, who’s been looking at her with something like awe on his face. “Tell your friend how dangerous this is. You can’t really want her to get involved in this, can you?”
“If I’m being honest, Commander?” Max smiles wide. “We’re not gonna be able to stop her if she’s made her mind up. You might as well just give her a gun.”
“You kids have no sense.” Ferrus shakes his head. “I’m not just going to agree to this on the spot. If you’re serious about joining the fight, you’re going to have to be willing to put in the work.”
“I’m ready!” Sydney declares. Her resolve is clear, but the group lingering by the bus has more mixed opinions.
“Me too!” “I don’t know if-” “Are you kidding?” “I mean…” “If I’m gonna be in danger anyway then…”
Kirby, at least, jogs up with enthusiasm. He gives them all an almost-passable salute. “Count me in, coach!”
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Fine!” He turns to one of the agents who has a cool gauntlet thing on. “Go around and get me names. I wanna know who we’re sending home with an NDA and who we’re putting through the meat grinder.”
“Right away, Chief!” And off he goes.
“Syd, Kirb, I’m grateful for what you’re trying to do and all, but are you sure about this?” Max asks them after his uncle walks off to go handle the people who want out. Sydney thinks she can see Butch among them. Typical. “I know you saw us get tossed around back there. This stuff gets seriously dangerous.”
“We’re not trying to be the next you, Max.” Sydney punches him playfully in the shoulder, a little less surprised by how little give there is now that she knows he’s a superhero. “You two can handle the big stuff. I just want to help out however I can. It feels right.”
“Oh, do you think they’ll give us swords? Or nunchucks?” Kirby bounces on his heels a little. “Max, you gotta tell us what the training’s like! Don’t keep us in suspense, dude.”
Some of their classmates that presumably signed on for this too draw closer. A sophomore steps forward. “It’d be nice to know what we just signed ourselves up for.”
Max brings a hand to the back of his neck and laughs a little. “Well, the stuff they put us through isn’t exactly standard.”
“Oh, does this mean I get to introduce myself? Can I? I’m gonna do it!” Steel spins in the air excitedly before zipping into the center of their little group. Some of her classmates startle back at the sudden approach. “Hello there! My name is N’Baro Aksteel X377, but you can call me Steel. I’m the brains and the brawn of our operation.”
Max rolls his eyes, amused. “What am I, the pretty face?”
Steel floats up and slams himself into Max’s chest. There’s a bright light they have to shield their eyes from before a helmeted Max Steel stands before them. “Nope! The good looks are all me.”
“Ouch.” The helmet goes away and Max gestures to his chest. “You see what I have to put up with?”
Then he flicks himself in the ear.
Max turns slightly off to the side and starts bickering with thin air, though the Steel-shaped symbol on his chest lights up like it’s arguing back. A familiar sight that now has an explanation.
Sydney feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns to see one of her classmates trying to get her attention. “Hey! It looks like they’re going to be at it for a while. Do you wanna join us for a round of introductions?”
She looks at the group that’s remained. Besides her and Kirby people in a loose circle. She’s pleasantly surprised so many of her classmates are willing to help fight the good fight.
Sydney smiles. “I’d love to.”
This school year’s going to be a lot more interesting.
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Surprise!!! Max and Steel protection squad!!! Classmate edition.
For the record, Forge is absolutely gonna put these kids through hell. He only agreed to begin with because he thinks they’ll drop out on their own the moment the going really gets tough. He’s in for a surprise.
As Syd said, they’re not gonna be helping Max Steel with his usual supervillains or stopping regular crimes with him unless they genuinely just happen to be there. Their main job is to help fend off any attacks that happen when Max and Steel have got their guard down or to play alibi to help keep his identity as under wraps as possible.
So, for example, that museum field trip where the Ultralinks possessed those Halloween decorations would be exactly up their alley.
“Hasn’t Dredd shared Max’s identity with other villains by now?” Fuck no! He’s keeping that close to his chest and using it in his own plans, but the Ultralinks can figure it out themselves. He wants Max’s Turbo energy all to himself, after all. Him not being a real team player is ironically carrying.
The core of this AU is just me giving these six kids names and guns. Bonus points if they get less generic-seeming design-wise as we go on.
Behold!! The Group Project AU.
Because getting Max and Steel out of trouble truly is a group project.
if he had waited like five minutes to lecture max and steel (or done it on the jet instead) he would not have ended up with a stubborn group of teenagers to deal with. truly a fumble of epic proportions.
would he even take them to a proper n-tek base for training or would he get them set up elsewhere? after all, while the sims in the base are really useful, letting them know where it is is extra intel he doesn't have to give them.
Forge’s need to reprimand his nephew for putting himself in danger has just landed him with a massive headache. Karma is real.
Those kids are never going to see a proper NTek base if he can help it. Forge isn’t taking them seriously and as such they get no clearance until the world is literally ending. Since that’s not happening yet, a warehouse to do drills in will suffice.
Berto and Steel get to have fun making more covert weapons for these kids to carry after they have enough training to prove they can be trusted not to blow their own limbs off.
I don’t have names for these kids but I do have roles I want to assign them:
Comms Specialist.
Someone who keeps in the know and updates everyone on what’s happening.
Probably has a special “phone” that’s tricked out. Keeps an earbud in (except when teachers are hardasses) and tabs through police scanners, the channel NTek set up for them so they don’t get any higher clearance alerts, and a direct line they have to Steel. Is in charge of keeping their finger on the pulse whether there’s action or not.
If something’s gotta be known? They’re who you tell.
Extractions/Evacuations Specialist.
We all know Max is a dogshit liar. This person’s main priority is getting Max out of the room in the least amount of time possible, whether that’s physically causing a distraction or texting an excuse for Comms to pass on to him if they’re not there.
If Max is already gone or actively leaving, their next priority is to corral civilians away from the line of fire. The last thing they want is people getting hurt or a potential hostage situation.
This person needs to know the area they’re in inside and out so they can get people the fuck out. Whatever it takes.
Armorer/Gear Specialist.
Look, all of these kids are trying their best, but not everyone is going to be able to keep concealed-carry NTek stuff on them all the time. What Berto and Cytro do for Max Steel is what this person does for the Group Project on the whole.
Their locker and the trunk of their car are packed with gear. You need it? They’ve got it. Don’t even worry about it.
Your blaster’s been jamming during practice lately? Let’s take it apart and put it back together before making a big deal about it. Your not confident in your aim? Here are some melee options you can practice with next time we go to training. Your comm keeps falling out? Here’s some tape that’s safe to use on skin. Or just keep this spare. NTek already doesn’t think we’re cut out for this, we can’t go crying to them every time we scuff our boots.
Marksman/Firearms Specialist.
The one who can aim. Reliably. Everyone is getting trained on how to handle a firearm in case they’re the only person around to shoot one. This is who you want to be holding one when shit hits the fan.
Doesn’t matter if it’s someone with a knack for it that gets honed or if this person decided this was the role they wanted and they just worked their ass off for it.
Somebody’s gotta have long range on lock. If it’s not Max Steel yet, this person will have to do.
Pyro/Detonations Specialist.
Nobody wants to give these kids bombs. Not one NTek affiliated person decided it would be a good idea to give teenagers explosives. For good reason.
But one (1) kid asked to learn some bomb defusal stuff “just in case” and it snowballed from there. This kid didn’t just learn about defusing bombs, this kid started making bombs. Not just regular explosives, but smoke bombs, flash bangs, and some other truly unpleasant things they collaborated with the Gear person to make.
We got a long road to Turbo Cannon and its convenient, controlled impacts. Gotta pave the way somehow!
The “Normal” One.
Listen. They can’t all go all in on this secret agent stuff or they’re all going to get held back. Or grounded to high hell by their parents.
Someone’s gotta wrangle their classmates into actual study groups so they don’t flunk into the next life. Someone has to come up with alibis and work to get nine people’s stories lined up. Someone has to be the “responsible one” so that adults won’t think they need more supervision. Teachers, parents, NTek, or otherwise.
It’s not fun work, it’s not even cool work, but it’s necessary. And it’s gonna get done.
And then there’s Sydney and Kirby who we’re familiar with already. Our all-around badass and our niche catch-all skill man. Enough said.
I still have to flesh out these kids as kids and individuals, but for the AU’s sake we’ve got the roles we need filled lined up. The how and why of it will help build a basis for who they are, but I’ve also just gotta go through and start assigning them personality and background. Which will take ten thousand years.
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