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[thoughtsofawildbadger]

Flaws of the gods

Do you think there are any statues left that hold the gods flaws? Like Zeus’s wrath and lust, Hades depression and folly, the jealousy of Aphrodite, the indifference of Poseidon, all the flaws and cracks in the gods perfect facade laid open to the world. Surely, somewhere, there must be testament to their failures as well as their triumphs? Or are we mere mortals, and the scars that they’ve left on our culture the only things that remain?

[whitexblck]

can u tell how much i love Prowl & Jazz

that moment when

you really love your OTP

and u heckin wanna contribute summin' to the fandom by writing fanfiction bc there are all those wonderful fics frm various aithors on ao3 and ff.net

also because u cant heckin draweth for shit

but turns out u cant heckin' write

like u just

cant yknow

like u sit down w your laptop

stare at MS Word

and everything is so

STILTED

no ack u don even hav anything

aaaargh sofmwofusjdsufusks

cmon brain where is that active imagination for JazzProwl fics

hellooooo

brain why hav u forsaketh moi *in Jazz theatrics*

*sniffles*

ok gonna start smol and

oh there's an idea

Prowl secretly loves Tinysnek! comics

but he absolutely refuses to tell Jazz because

Jazz will

roll on the floor with a fit of Giggles worse than Blue

oh imagine the horror when Jazz finds out

idk i just love tinysnek

[vakthefox]

Just 2AM thoughts. #Morning #Dark #IdleMusings

[bongoplayingmonkey]

Little Grey Men

This lunchtime I found myself in a queue for lunch alongside, I guess, junior and middle managers. My attention was attracted by the matching cheap shiny black slip on shoes, cheap looking shiny black trousers, the cheap looking blue shirts, and the cold dead eyes of men looking downwards from the crest of life's hill. I realised that these last shredded vestiges of the nineteenth century suit of clothes had become a uniform worn by large numbers of men in our society. It made me wonder how many men spent their whole lives in essentially the same clothes.

I imagined these typical men getting issued their first set of shiny black trousers and blue shirts at the age of 7. Worn every weekday for their schooldays, and only replaced to accommodate increases to height and weight. The same uniform is worn as they enter their first jobs, the shiny black trousers and blue shirts increasingly larger as their twenties become their thirties and a 30" waist expands to 38" with the beer drunk in order to relax at the weekends. They go to the weddings of their friends and add a tie to the blue shirt/black trousers. As they climb the ladder of work the blue shirts get more expensive, so they can wear them with jeans and be smart casual whilst comparing their success with their peers in the evenings in the pub, or in the bar of the Holiday Inn at an 'away day'.

As their peer group ages they go to more funerals. A black tie is purchased. It does go with blue doesn't it? At the lunch to celebrate their last day at work they wear the same shiny black trousers they get buried in years later.

All of them, in their school uniforms, made me think about the times that people get bullied as adults. It made me think about some areas of society being an 'old boys club'. Or of jobs where 'it's who you know, not what you know'. Of all the people desperate to 'get on'. Desperate to don the uniform - to fit in, to be accepted, to be part of the gang. It made me think about how the law of the playground becomes the law of the workplace.

I wondered whether a lot of problems with society exist because a great proportion of people never really leave school.