#officalsmokescreen

[thelibrarianpax]

I thought you might like this song, Orion. (submit button doesn't show up when I choose the video option. >.<)

"Elizabeth," the mech whispers somberly before laying his helm upon his soft pillow, "thank you. This heals my processor ache..."

[thelibrarianpax]

In all our schools, all our institutions, the issue is still power.

(Book Meme)RipVice took a perverse delight in scaring his students. He enjoyed how they squirmed under his stares and curled their digits into their servos when he called upon them out of the blue. He especially liked how they reacted when he did something out of the ordinary, like how they held their vents as he ran his fingertip across the edge of his pointer when he spoke about disciplining mechs who overstepped their caste.Yet his fun was soured when the usually quiet red and blue mechling in the corner interrupted with a “Why?”"Why?" he asked rhetorically, his helm and the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly as he eyed this student. "Yes, sir. Why is a mech punished for wanting to try something new?" the youngling questioned politely, oblivious to RipVice’s glower over being interrupted "What if a soldier decides he does not want to fight anymore and wants to…um," the child fumbled and looked down at his desk while he thought of an alternative. "What if he wants to be a medic instead? Save people rather than kill them?"Oh. RipVice liked the way the boy tensed when the edge of his pointer and his servo rested just below the mechling’s neck. For that he did not yell. He only spoke softly but clearly enough for the rest of the class to hear. “Because, son, it is his duty to serve Cybertron in the manner his more knowledgeable superiors feel is best for society. Can you imagine how selfish it would be if he abandoned his brothers in arms and removed a brilliant medic from his field just to satisfy his own whims?” he smiled."That’s…that’s not exactly what I meant. The other medic doesn’t have to g—""Can you imagine how many resources would have thus been wasted on this greedy creature? How many vorns of discipline, energon, and teaching would have been put to naught if he suddenly said "No. I don’t feel like serving my state today. My dreams come first."?""But what if soldiering isn’t hi—" "Stop interrupting me, boy," RipVice hissed, his eyes flaring and his grip tensing on the mechling’s little shoulder. The child hushed immediately. "Imagine if every bot said this. Cybertron would fall into Chaos, into Unicron’s servos. Such competition would arise. Mechs would turn away from civil duty and intelligentsia to their base desires. They would devour resources and each other like cannibals for their own self-inspired needs. Other mechs would be lost. Without guidance. Without direction. Chaos," he repeated, kneeling beside the child who so clearly regretted opening his mouth now. Pleased, RipVice’s voice softened once again and his grip turned gentle. Tapping the boy’s neck with his pointer he sighed. "You are a good student. I know you enjoy your studies, and I know you love Primus dearly," he cooed, pointing to the sigil of Primus on a book the child borrowed from the Academy archives. "Our way is the way of Primus. Our virtues are obedience, respect, diligence, discipline, honor, and more…those are all beautiful qualities…" He leans in a bit more, cradling the child close now like a mentor would his prodigy. "When the day comes, Orion Pax, when duty calls to you, would you turn it down like this spineless soldier you dream of? Would you introduce Unicron's will to our world?"The boy shook his helm and raised his servos to his heated face. “No…no.”

[thelibrarianpax]

5:It's five o'clock somewhere~ So what does the MUN do after clocking out?

(I’m a really simple person. I do not go to parties or volunteer my evenings off to a charity event. I usually just drive right on back home, sit at my desk, draw, read, attempt to rp, and play videogames, eat, sleep, clean, etc. Every once in a while I’ll divert my path home and check out a store or two I see on the way, but I usually do not purchase anything. Sometimes I’m tempted to go out to a cafe to sit and draw, but the ones I would prefer to go to are out of the way (add another 20 to 30 minute drive to my 40 minute commute and gassssssssss). The one near the house is alright but it’s small and people can easily see what you are doing. It’s strange, you see, I like drawing out in public (because I like to get out of the house and be among people) but I do not like the feeling of people watching me draw, which has happened more than once. I’m like: ehhh thank you! you’re so kind.. but the heat coming from your skin is distracting and …I feel inadequate and…yes, my sketchbook has nudes, strange creatures, landscapes, trees devouring planets, jets, and crap-ily drawn robots. I’m not weird…*whines*)