Criticism, as long as it's not pointless or hateful
Things that are not allowed:
Racism, sexism, or any kind of phobia towards the LGBTQ community
Harassment of me or any of my followers
NSFW
OC info under the cut
RIG: Raiders Intel Gatherer.
Femme?
She/they by human terms
has never seen Iacon or any other underground city
one of two spies the Raiders have
Part of the three bot crew of the Amelia-11 shuttle
Alt mode: cybertronian military radio
Earth alt mode: m3 howitzer
Height: 2.13 meters/6.9 feet
Not technically a minicon, just short AF
Brightest bronze optics in the history of cybertron, will blind you on accident (literally, the amount of light they give off is higher than the world's brightest flashlight)
Mostly Gray with accents of mostly red and bits of copper
Copilot of the Amelia-11
Callsign: Burner (tried to weld a still bleeding wound and nearly blew up)
ROC: Raider Ordnance Carrier
Gender: Yes/no/ROC "fuck what humans think" -ROC
Only Raider that's ever seen Iacon in person, grew up there
Height: 9.1 meters/30 feet
First heard of the Raiders during the time of the primes when he was the mech equivalent of three due to the fact they had intercepted and pillaged a military supply line and made the headlines of the news
Field medic in training
Knows the basics in how to use the ordnance he carry but that's all
Alt mode:
Earth alt mode:
War frame
Bright white paint with streaks of silver and cyan blue
Callsign: Softy (was barely nicked by a dull blade and still bled)
Also yet to be drawn
ROFT: Raiders On Field Technician
He/him by human terms
Veteran of the group
Part of the original 16 Raiders
NEEDS some high grade energon
Obligatory old cool grumpy character
Has Flint Lockwoods dad's unibrow and lack of visible eyes (he has them there just covered by the unibrow)
'War criminal'
Height: 12.8 meters/42 feet
Pilot and designer of the Amelia-11
Alt mode: cybertronian fighter-bomber
Earth alt mode: B-1b lancer
Callsign: Spear of Megatronus (only callsign gained through trust and respect instead of something stupid they did)
Haven't drawn him yet
Amelia-11
Old transport shuttle modified to act as a gunship
Crewed by: ROFT(pilot), ROC(medic), RIG(copilot)
Contains the AI I.O.N(Independent Operating Network)
Length: 40 meters/131.2 feet
Height: 14.5 meters/47.5 feet
Forest green with two blue stripes running horizontally along both sides of the hull
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
I’ll try my best to describe this. It’s a video with a mash-up of a bunch of different Disney movies, set to a song that’s a mash-up of a bunch of other songs. That in and of itself wouldn’t make it praiseworthy, but this is DONE SO WELL that just, holy cow.
throwback to that time in my existentialism class where the professor asked ‘who thinks hell is other people’ and half the class slowly and meekly put their hand up
then the prof was like ‘…i mean who originally said it’
That quote is amazing to me in that it’s quoted completely accurately and yet in a way that means something completely different from what it meant in context.
(Sartre was claiming that Hell was other people. He was not claiming that other people were hell.)
The line comes from No Exit, which is set in Hell. Spoilers for No Exit follow
In particular, three people who have been condemned to hell are trapped eternally in a room together. And at first they think they got off easy without any pitchforks or fiery lakes or anything. But over the course of the play they discover that they have been chosen very specifically to have neuroses and character flaws that interact with and torment each other.
Each one needs the approval of a second in an unstable RPS cycle so that any time one of them might be satisfied by a second, the third swoops in and ruins it.
And when they figure this out, one of the characters expresses his understanding, that hell isn’t physical torture. “Hell is just—other people.”
So the point isn’t that other people, generically, are hellish; it’s rather that you can build a hell out of other people.
But when I hear people quote it, it’s usually sort of an introvert-pride thing. “Other people are hell; you should spend time alone.” And that’s not the point at all. It’s a statement about how bad unhealthy relationships can be, not a statement about how all relationships are unhealthy!
See also Sartre’s own comment here:
“hell is other people” has always been misunderstood. It has been thought that what I meant by that was that our relations with other people are always poisoned, that they are invariably hellish relations. But what I really mean is something totally different. I mean that if relations with someone else are twisted, vitiated, then that other person can only be hell.
Another big point in No Exit is that the characters find out at the end that the room they’re in is not locked. They could just leave, but they’re each of them incapable of just leaving without winning their arguments. So really, hell is when we stay in dysfunctional relationships that harm us, when we can’t just leave other people be and move on.
Could you imagine making your own movie, making like 20 million dollars, and then going “awesome, now to install a DVD duplicating machine in my house and personally burn copies by hand like a medieval monk preserving sacred texts”
Like I need people to understand the mental image here of a multimillionaire internet creator personally overseeing DVD production in his own house like he’s running an underground bootleg operation out of a basement in 2007.
It’s weirdly charming because there’s something very “old internet” about it, this energy of “I made a thing, and now I will physically hand it to people myself like an artisan at a craft fair.”
The man really said: “The future of cinema is me standing next to a humming disc burner at 2am”
And like... I can't help but believe he's onto something
"I asked chatgpt" okay well I asked Tumblr and- wait, one second- there's some new yaoi lore in the space fandom or something- oh my god is that Markiplier?