#bomb warning

[kaijynx]

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Miché stimboard based on the art made by @boba-foxy!

weird side note: I thought that the bomb was perfume, and I had to change it mid making this stimboard when I noticed JJDBUBDDUDB (keysmash)

edit: saved this as a draft mid doing tags, awoken at 2:57 and putting the rest of the tags on here at 4:32 :'3 (crying cat emoticon)

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

So there was a bomb and swat threat at my school

I'm ok!!! But there's a mass panic in my county

[theprinceofflies]

I made a meme

[wrangletangle]

I’m so tired of class conflict in the US being reframed as generational conflict. Baby boomers were one of the most radical generations in history. 1968 was mostly Boomers. It was their Occupy movement. Many of the anti-war, Civil Rights, and gay rights protesters in the US were Boomers. Sure, a lot of those radicals died young, but plenty are still alive today. That’s not even to mention that (the usually forgotten) Gen X literally defined themselves in opposition to authority in the 80s and 90s. “Question Authority” so mainstream it was all over bumper stickers; I still have one.

People in the US like to pretend that class doesn’t exist here, and the result is an endless parade of thinkpieces about Millennials vs. Boomers as a poor proxy for class conflict. Because of the 2008 banking crisis, increasing income and wealth inequality, and amount of years spent working, Millennials on average have less wealth and disposable income than Boomers on average, but there’s a very large spread, with Boomers in deep poverty and Millennial millionaires. Those articles about Millennials killing industries are ridiculous, and so are blog essays about Boomers as a generation deliberately destroying the planet.

Generational conflict in the US has long been used as a distraction to prevent solidarity among the 99%, and it really shows.

(Side note: If anyone is curious why some fraction of Boomers in the US have trouble seeing, e.g., climate change as an incoming apocalypse in the same way that those under 30 might, it might be useful to ask those particular Boomers if they ever spent any time hiding under a desk at school during bomb drills. Because if they grew up in the US, the answer is probably yes. Having lived for decades and since birth under the threat of nuclear annihilation may make some people struggle to weigh risks and understand the impacts of things other than photos from the aftermaths of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. Sustained panic was impossible, so a lot of people just went numb, learned to ignore major threats, or mentally transported themselves to a fantasy land where it was possible to win such a war, or at least survive it. See also bunker-type survivalists today.)

[fromwhencehastthoucomest]

The Rain Comes

The blaring of sirens is what stunned her first. All around both her and her students was chaos. Shards of broken glass and infrastructure rained down on the lower level classroom. She could only keep her calm for so long, which was why fast action was all that was necessary for this moment. Her students were much older and could easily get away if they so chose and yet some had frozen up in fear. It was those few she grabbed hold of and vaulted towards the nearest safe haven.

Her systems protested as her own weight placed even more pressure on her struts on top of needing to run. A younger green mech stood aghast in the middle of the hallway, looking behind her with utter despair.

Her spark told her to keep running and not to look back, but she needed to grab ahold of him quickly. Energon pumped wildly within her as she pressed forward, grabbing the wasp and not looking back.

Smoke rushed before her, clouding her optics as she drove for the nearest bunker.

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That was roughly a couple days ago. The Aquatronian looked over the wreckage in sorrow. Search and rescue teams sifted through it to find the broken bodies of not one but many teachers. Energon spilled recklessly, all for some sort of publicity stunt.

Anger also swelled within her as younglings were also found, crumpled and barely recognizable. A cry unlike any other pushed forth out of the mouths of sires and carriers alike. However, when the only recognizable frame she noticed came into view, all she could do was keep the rain inwards. A cacophony of silence.

@destiny-fortold-this-mech

[cocoa-lata]

So apparently in Peru, fireworks sound like bombs

[atomic-flash]

The Bomb Is Not A Game, Report It To Council - Vintage Hungarian matchbox label. (image via maraid)

[music-we-can-dance-to]

Sometimes I think people are over reacting when they talk about the American School System but then I remember that last year there wAS LITERALLY A BOMB WARNING ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HIGH SCHOOL AND WE WERE IN LOCK DOWN FOR THREE HOURS DURING THE AP ENGLISH TEST AND THEY WOULDN'T"T LET US STOP WRITING