#or i guess a 14-pede

[glow-and-vamp]

Every January-February we come back to Hollow Knight and write very self-indulgent RPs

Here's old doodles PK from random scenes in unrelated threads.

#hollow knight #hk pale king #the pale king #hk the pale king #nightmare king grimm #hollow knight quirrel #hk quirrel #we made him a centipede #or i guess a 14-pede #we thought it'd be fun #and we were corrrect #blog art. #we headcanon that he and grimm were bitter enemies too

[pearlsteven-au]

Question, Steven I already know that he is a non-binary Although you already have thought if he will have a partner or not? ...

Connie, Pedee ?, although I guess at this point he's 16 and Connie is 12 or 14?

Things have been shifted just a little bit, as far as ages go. So Steven, The cool kids, Lars, Sadie, Connie, and Peedee are all much closer in age than in canon.

We’ll have to see what happens as far as ships go in the story.

#mod eden #asks #Anonymous

[scintillating-galaxias]

fellas is it gay to accidentally make out with your lab partner

(read it here on ao3!)

They’re stuck.

Impossibly, hopelessly, stuck. 

It does not often happen that with their collective processing power, Perceptor and Brainstorm find themselves unable to continue in their work simply because they have no idea what the problem is. Perceptor is too calculated and particular about his methods to lose himself so thoroughly and though Brainstorm is not nearly as careful, his tenaciousness makes him absolutely ruthless when it comes to any blockade they run into.

But when they do run into one, they run into it hard. 

Both of them are currently sitting on the floor. The pieces of the prototype of Brainstorm’s newest idea, a temporal displacement blaster, lay scattered between them. Brainstorm himself has been tossing his faceplate (which he’s been wearing less and less lately, much to Perceptor’s enjoyment) up and down for the last two hours. But now, the motion has been stifled by a terrible dullness slowly glazing over his optics. It’s a decidedly haunting look on him. He is all movement, all forward motion. He brings life, energy, to their lab just by existing in its space. To see him stagnant instills Perceptor with a profoundly unsettling sense of wrong. 

Something must be done.

Perceptor cycles his scope. “One more time,” he sighs, breaking the silence, “you are—”

“We are,” Brainstorm cuts in listlessly, “we’ve been sitting together on the floor long enough that I think I can constitute this as a co-project.”

“We,” continues Perceptor, “are attempting to make a weapon that creates user-controlled temporal pockets which temporarily freeze the matter contained within it in a particular moment of time.”

“Time bubbles, yep.” 

“And the issue…”

“The issue,” Brainstorm says dully, “is that everything that’s in motion when we put it in the time bubbles comes out all screwy.”

“‘Screwy’ is hardly the appropriate terminology, but… yes.”

Brainstorm groans and hurls his mask across the room. It skitters away with a clatter and vanishes beneath a shelf. “I don’t get it!” he laments. “I could make time-travel happen, so why can’t I make a fraggin’ pause button? It’s basically the same thing!”

Perceptor frowns and gingerly lays a servo on Brainstorm’s pauldron. When he doesn’t react, he says, “Time travel, until you, was an unexplored science. You’re the first, and the first ones never have it easy. We’re bound to run into troubles.” 

Brainstorm smiles, but his wings sag dejectedly. “We’re unstoppable together, Percy. When you’re with me, I can invent, and make, and do literally anything. Anything,” he says quietly, “except this, I guess.”

Perceptor’s mouth opens, but no response comes out. He should be flattered—and he is—but it’s difficult to accept when Brainstorm’s field practically writhes with frustration and bitterness that’s clearly directed at himself. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, “I’m helping you see this endeavor through until the end.”

Brainstorm’s gaze burns when he meets it for a second too long, so he shutters his optics and focuses them down on the pieces of the prototype on the floor. Data. Review the data. Doing it again can’t hurt.

Trial #07, recorded at 15:01:29. Matter (1.0 x 1.0 x 1.0 mechanometer cube of aluminum) placed on pedestal. Upon firing, temporal displacement gun disappeared. Suspect a fault within the barrel caused gun to misfire and hit itself with a temporal pocket. Unable to locate and retrieve it. Trial discontinued.

Trial #22, recorded at 18:44:17. Matter (1.0 x 1.0 x 1.0 mechanometer cube of aluminum) placed on pedestal. Fired upon by temporal displacement gun. Temporal pocket successfully created around matter. Pocket was then terminated because Brainstorm disliked the color. 

Note: This decision was not made with unanimous agreement.

Trial #58, recorded at 23:14:18. Matter (1.0 x 1.0 x 1.0 mechanometer cube of aluminum) launched 15 meters into air at 70-degree angle. Fired upon by temporal displacement gun. Matter successfully placed inside temporal pocket. Matter is ‘frozen’ in position. When released from temporal pocket, matter becomes intangible. Appearance ‘glitches’ between prediction position from calculated trajectory and original position. ‘Glitch’ flickers rapidly and seemingly randomly. Unable to reverse effect.

Trial #59… {in progress}

Uncharacteristically, his mind begins to wander. Maybe the hours of relentlessly hacking away at this project have dulled the sharp focus he typically has. A conversation he hadn’t meant to overhear between Tailgate and Swerve on one night at the bar begins to play.

“You’d think we’d have figured out how to get better interstellar WiFi by now,” Tailgate was complaining. “I’ve lost so many games because I keep lagging!”

“What I’m hearing,” Swerve said as he expertly swiped a rag around a cube, “is the sonorous anthem of a bad player.”

“No! You need to come over tonight, I’ll show you how bad it is in my hab suite…”

“You’ve got a thinking face on.”

“I do not have a thinking face.”

“Everyone has a thinking face. Yours is like—you go mm”—Brainstorm frowns a little bit—“and your scope kinda points down more.”

“Does it?” Brainstorm’s been paying that kind of attention to him?

“Yep. What’re you thinking?”

Perceptor chews on his glossa. “This is,” he begins warningly, “frankly, a whim—”

“Hey, I’d take Swerve’s ideas at this point. Pit, I’d take Whirl’s, and he suggested a gun that fired guns the other cycle.” Brainstorm twists around so that he’s facing Perceptor and plants his chin on his servos. “Hit me.”

“Alright… Forgive me for the crude phrasing, but the way these objects are behaving reminds me of Tailgate’s video games.”

Brainstorm links his digits together and nods thoughtfully. “...Yeah, you’re gonna have to give me more here.”

“Do you recall what issue he used to complain about until you’d fixed it?” he tries.

“His game was being slow? What’s this got to do with anything?”

“Bear with me. Tailgate described it as ‘lagging’, yes?” Brainstorm nods with one brow ridge raised. “In that context, it essentially meant that his game fell behind what was actually happening.”

“I’m familiar with the term,” Brainstorm says wryly. “He only whined about it to me three times a cycle for eighty-five cycles straight.”

Perceptor cracks a smile. “Then you could tell me why it happened and how you fixed it.”

“Are you serious?”

“When am I not?”

Brainstorm chuckles. “Fair enough. It was an easy fix. I could have done it with my optics turned off. His suite happened to be just on the edge of the range of the router, so it kept cutting in and out. I just gave him his own extension… based off the ship’s… Oh. Ohh. ” 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but the lag occurred when the connection was too poor. Everything in Tailgate’s game—from his perspective—stopped at the moment the connection dropped.” Perceptor looks to Brainstorm, who nods. “Anything else within the game continued to react with the environment unaffected because it wasn’t having the same issue. When the connection stabilized, everything in Tailgate’s game rapidly sped back up to what was actually happening.” 

“Right…”

Perceptor sets his shoulders. “I suspect something similar is happening with these temporal pockets. When the pocket is activated, it creates its own timeline for everything inside that moves asynchronously with this one.” 

Brainstorm’s optics begin to glimmer. “Keep going,” he says as he drags the pieces of the prototype towards him and begins to swiftly reassemble them.

Invigorated, Perceptor straightens and leans towards Brainstorm. “Once the matter is placed inside the bubble,” he explains, “it enters its own timeline. It splits off from this one”—he gestures broadly to their lab—“for the lifespan that the pocket exists. Like this.” He flashes a crude diagram onto the floor from his scope featuring a thick, straight line. “Here is the alpha timeline, using ourselves as a reference frame. It’s also the one the matter is in before the creation of the temporal distortion pocket.” He begins to draw a thinner line that branches off from the first. “This moment,” he continues, pointing at where the thick and the thin one connect, “is where the bubble is created. This new line is the new beta timeline the matter is in. But the issue is that when we create the pocket”—he erases the point of connection—“instead of staying tethered to the alpha timeline, the matter becomes more or less stranded in the beta one.”

Brainstorm shivers. “You’re the smartest fragging mech on this ship, you know that? I barely know what you’re talking about. It’s amazing. Keep going.”

Perceptor forces down the pleased swelling of his spark. Brainstorm practically invented all of the concepts he was talking about, and he calls Perceptor the smart one? “My theory for our problem is this: when we attempt to free the material inside of the bubble, it continues to behave as though it is within the beta timeline. Interactions with it become difficult because to us, it’s in a new position—at least, it should be—but to the matter inside the pocket, it has not moved.” 

Brainstorm nods, slowly at first, then faster and faster. “Yeah… yeah! Yeah, okay, okay, and then, then…” He snaps his digits together frantically. “So we give it some sort of—some sort of anchor to this timeline. So it’ll still move with it, but like, in tandem, and not as a part of this timeline.” As he speaks, he drags his digit along the thin line, runs it parallel to the thicker line, and then drags it back down. “We just gotta establish a remote connection from this timeline to the bubble.”

“Precisely. If we can manage that, then maybe…” Perceptor trails off with a tilt of his head. Brainstorm stares owlishly for a long moment. His optics blaze to life.

“I have an idea,” he mutters, scrambling to his pedes, “If this works, I swear I’m gonna—Oh my God, hold on—”

He drags Perceptor up, then flies over to his workspace, wings visibly quivering with anticipation. Perceptor can only watch in stunned awe as Brainstorm’s servos fly across the console, twisting, complex equations he’s almost certainly just now invented springing to life across the screen. “I mean,” Brainstorm rambles as he types, “hypothetically, it’s easy. I’ve done it before with my timecase. Of course, that was attached to my body, and this is firing over a distance, and that’s obviously different, but—”

“Sigma, not delta.”

“Thanks, and I played around with some long-distance options with the timecase, you know—”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but they never were what I really needed. I mean,” Brainstorm scoffs, throwing up one hand while the other continues to work as a blur across the keyboard, “why try to calculate something that would find my exact position in an exact moment in time in the past? That’s like trying to shoot a bullet out of the air five minutes after you fire it. It’s asinine.” 

“Yes, it would have been a pain. Your solution was clever, however.”

“So then—this might work? No guarantees. You thought it was clever?”

“Unbelievably so.”

Brainstorm bites his lip and mutters something like, “ You’re unbelievable,” but Perceptor can’t be sure. He doesn’t have the time to question it because Brainstorm pushes off from the console then, and snatches up the blaster. Perceptor finally shakes himself to quit his gawking (though he can’t quite get rid of the fond smile) and strides off to place yet another cube of aluminum onto the launcher they’d been using. When he returns to the firing line, Brainstorm is watching the recalibration bar load with a slightly frantic gleam to his optics.

“Come on,” he mutters, “come on, come on, come on, come on—”

The second the console flashes its confirmation of completion, he practically rips the cable out of the blaster that connected it to the console. It’s bent at an uncomfortably sharp angle at the end, but Brainstorm either does not notice or does not care as he takes aim.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” Perceptor’s spark chamber feels tight. “I’ll be firing on three. One, two, three.” He flicks a switch. Up goes the cube, sailing in a flinty silver arch—

Brainstorms fires. The blast hits the cube dead-on. It freezes at the peak of its arch inside of a cherry red bubble. 

Trial #59, recorded at 24:01:47…

“You getting this?”

“Of course.”

“How much time has passed?”

Perceptor tilts his head. “When I finish speaking, it will be approximately ten point eight five two seven seconds since the material has entered the temporal distortion pocket.”

Brainstorm vents harshly. His right pede is tapping anxiously, but his aim is remarkably steady. “Right. I’m gonna release it now.”

A moment passes. Nothing happens.

Perceptor glances at him. “Brainstorm?”

A loud crash of metal reverberates through their lab as the cube hits the ground with a bang! and bounces gracelessly to a stop. The ringing of metal continues on into the shocked silence for a few fragile seconds.

“It worked,” Brainstorm says, dumbfounded. Then he laughs, shortly at first, and then bright and clear. The the radiance of his smile is the most exquisite thing Perceptor’s ever seen. “It worked!”

Perceptor finally releases the vent he’d been holding, only to sputter on his next cycle when Brainstorm drags him into a crushing hug. It’s despairingly brief, but when Brainstorm pushes him away, it isn’t far—just millimeters from his face, from his pretty mouth, Oh Primus—and it’s to place his servos firmly on either side of Perceptor’s helm. 

“What—?”

“You’re fragging incredible,” Brainstorm whispers, and he kisses Perceptor full on the mouth. 

As far as kisses go, the technique is slightly lacking. Their denta clack, their noses smash together, but he can feel Brainstorm’s victorious grin across his mouth and the giddy rush of he’s-kissing-me! drowns out every other line of code detailing cohesive thought in Perceptor’s processor. 

But the moment he comes back to himself enough to reciprocate, cool air ghosts across his damp lips. The space in front of him is empty.

Perceptor resets his optics. Then he does it again. Brainstorm has not vanished into thin air. He’s actually across the lab, face buried in his servos. 

“—fragging idiot, what the Pit was that, why, why, did I do that? Couldn’t keep yourself under control, and you do that? What the hell?”

A twinge of hurt plucks at Perceptor’s spark. Had he… not meant to kiss him? Why had he, then? Perceptor sighs. “Brainstorm.”

“Never gonna take my faceplate off again, oh my God —”

“Please just look at me.”

Brainstorm freezes. Slowly, he turns around, shame drawing his shoulders close to his audials. “I can—I can go, if you want,” he blurts.

Perceptor jerks his head back. “What?”

“There’s a bunch of empty labs on this ship. Plus, there’s plenty of other mechs dying to be your lab partner—”

“What?”

“Yeah, seriously, First Aid’s aft-deep in Ratchet’s old work, but he’s a seriously clever mech, I bet you guys would—”

“No, I mean—I don’t want you to change labs, and I don’t want a new lab partner.” Brainstorm stares. Perceptor turns his palms outward placatingly. “All I want is an explanation.” 

Brainstorm’s wings droop miserably. He scrubs his forehead with a servo hard enough to leave behind faint orange paint transfers and exvents heavily. “I’m sorry. Really, really sorry. I got excited and sometimes I just—I’m affectionate. That’s, ugh, not an excuse, it’s stupid. I shouldn’t have done it, and I’m sorry.”

But he looks so defeated and upset, and his field is such a horribly tight, dark knot of despair-regret-disappointment, Perceptor cannot help but feel there is something he has purposely left out. 

We’re unstoppable together.

Smartest mech on the ship.

You’re unbelievable.

You’re fragging incredible.

…Or Perceptor merely has not been looking into the data deeply enough.

His silence is obviously mistaken by Brainstorm, who laughs lifelessly and says, “I really screwed us up, huh.”

“No,” Perceptor says quickly. He takes a step towards Brainstorm. Then another, and another, until he’s close enough to reach out and hold his servos if he felt so inclined. “You didn’t screw anything up. I forgive you,” he says clearly. Then he politely resets his vocalizer, and quietly adds, “But a little warning next time would be appreciated.”

“Of course, Perc, I—” Brainstorm’s helm snaps up so quickly, Perceptor’s worries if he’s pulled some struts. “Next time?”

“Yes. Next time.”

“You… You?”

“Yes.”

“For real?”

“Yes.”

“...Seriously?”

“For Primus’—” Perceptor curls one digit beneath Brainstorm’s chin. Before he can lose his nerve, he presses his lips to Brainstorm’s. This kiss is not nearly as bruising as their first one, but it’s deeper, and Perceptor still makes damn sure he pours every ounce of yes and want this and real he has in him until he feels Brainstorm begin to literally sink a little under it all. He breaks away then, unable to suppress his smile when he asks, “Is that a sufficient answer?”

Brainstorm makes a noise that sounds like his entire processor deciding to reboot by throwing itself into a body of water. “I dunno,” he says, dazed. “Might need a few more test runs to really be sure it works.”

Perceptor smiles and lifts his arms to loop them around Brainstorm’s shoulders. “I believe,” he says, leaning in, “that can be arranged.”

#simpatico #maccadam #my writing #fluff #accidentally on purpose kisses #this is silly . i have no regrets

[lebensmoode]

Day 06

Write 30 interesting facts about yourself

.

Well, it's gonna be long.

1. I'm quite flexible. Jalan sama tipe orang yg kek manapun masuk, sebagai bentuk menghargai sih especially.

2. Kalo panik gak akan keliatan. I keep the panic for myself. So so tenang yakan padahal mah.......

3. Silence means there's something wrong. Apapun sih, mau lagi marah, lagi debat, lagi puyeng. Kek daripada nyinggung orang lain sama sambatan gw mending diem gitu.

4. Susah move on hahahaha okeinigamenariq

5. Mesin dance di temjon itu layk my ultimate sport. Daripada lari mending maen itu dah berjamjam.

6. Suka sok kreatif gitu kalo makan. Kek makan pempek pake nasi, lontong pake saos, pancake pake sambel (ini nagih sumpah), dkk.

7. Biasanya gampang ngantuk kalo baca buku sebelum tidur

8. Tida bisa mengumpat pemirsah. Padahal pengen. Paling kasar itu anjir. Sisanya yaa lampiaskan ke anak orang semacam.. AHELA BAMBANG !

9. The most sensitive part of body is my belly. Ya just... saying.

10. Pernah dijuluki pelor a.k.a nempel molor pas jaman sekolah. Even duduk di paling depan pun gw pernah tidur dengan tangan bertopang dagu. Trus diliatin guru. Ehe.

11. Kalo perasaan minder datang tu... gw bisa sampe sesegukan meluk diri sendiri, surrounded by desperate vibes. Merasa gak layak diterima siapapun dengan gw dan tubuh gw yang kek gini. Lagi coba menyembuhkan ini sih. Ya semoga

12. Gak pernah pede touch up depan orang, even itu temen sendiri. Harus di kamar mandi.

13. Menjunjung tinggi sesuatu yg dikerjakan runut sesuai urutannya. Kadang bingung juga sih, ada hal yg gw harus bikin organized and well ordered. Ada hal yg gw rasa it's ok untuk di-shuffle.

14. I love making people laugh. In some cases i may look like an idiot but they laugh. I need that kind of energy.

15. Thriller dan comedy adalah genre film yg masuk pertimbangan wajib saat mau nonton.

16. Males nyetrika orangnya tu. Doamat kalo kusut.

17. Masih bingung berhadapan dengan pintu yang ada label "tarik" atau "dorong". Suka ketuker. Kadang ga peduli tapi pas gw dorong dan liat labelnya "tarik" tu entah kenapa gw ngerasa bersalah gitu.

18. I love being on the way. On a car or a bus or a train. On anything. Duduk deket jendela selama perjalanan tu rasanya kayak this is my solitude. No matter where the destination is.

19. Menurut orang itu, gw orangnya penuh kejutan haha. Dikira ranjau di padang rumput kali

20. Tukang ngilangin tiket parkir motor wk

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Sisanya kalo mau dipikirin lamaaaak. So i guess twenty is enough gaes. Sekyan.

[kisahkopisusu]

kisah dari pan & co, dunkin donuts, dan menantea

14/Apr/22

oh yeah baby, THREE in one because i need to write this shit. three days in a row and i want to write about the food i eat. yum. these will all be short because i was with other people and i tend to not pay attention to as many details because I talk and talk and talk a lot. this is why i prefer to go to cafes alone

Tuesday, 12 April 2022 | Pan & Co @ Galaxy Mall 3

Gw makan ini ditraktir, dalam rangka buka bareng. Gw mesen garden salad sama pancake yang matcha. Salad gara-gara gw kangen makan salad. Pancake gara-gara itu signaturenya mereka. review below:

Salad: ini... rasanya... pahit... dan dia tuh pake piring segala... jadi gw gak bisa NGADUK SALADNYA jadi berantakan gitu... i liked the edamame... toasted sesame dressingnya oke oke aja... TAPI RIBET MAKANNYA. 2/5. swallow your pride and use a fucking bowl

Pancake: very fluffy, very fuwa fuwa. love the matcha. you can never go wrong with matcha. you get ice cream too. not a fan of red beans but that's a personal preference. the texture was light and cloudy and overall a really nice pancake. 5/5. oh iya gw lupa foto minuman yg w pilih, soda sakura gitu. biasa aja sih, dia pake kemasan plastik jadi bisa dibawa pulang kalo gak habis. ya kayak soda manis, ada jelly dibawahnya. udah gitu aja. would 10/10 come back for the pancakes.

Wednesday, 13 April 2022 | Dunkin Donuts @ Ngagel

Trip ini rada mendadak gara-gara niatnya kita mau karaokean, tapi gw udah capek dan mager duluan, jadinya ke dunkin sekalian ngabuburit. Gw beli combo yang dapet sandwich sama small tea satu. Gw milih yang ayam, pedes. I was peckish. total 43,8k (39.9 + 3,9 pajak)

i love croissant sandwiches i just do. it's nice. i have no qualms about it. the meat tasted peppery and there's some veg in there. felt messy but that's just the nature of flaky pastries. it's pretty decent. just a tad bit expensive. the tea is tea. i wished it was a bit bigger but oh well. theyre known for their donuts. the place is really nice. relatif sepi banget. adem, ada colokan, ada wifi. ada kamar mandi sama mushollanya dibawah. so nice. i might camp out there sometime. too bad it's not open 24 hours now because of the.... panacotta

Thursday, 14 April 2022 || Menantea @ Jl. Dharmawangsa

oh jadi habis diusir dari perpus jam 3 [soalnya mereka tutupnya jam segitu] gw biasanya neduh di tempat lain sebelum gw pulang (because it's hot). gak ada tempat nongkrong di dalem kampus yang adem dan ada colokan berfungsi. dulu ada banyak, tapi sekarang pada dimatiin. sebelumnya gw ke coffee toffee, nunggu sampe matahari terbenam, tapi kali ini pengen nyobain menantea. gw beli milk tea pake cream cheese + rice puffs, ato di menunya ditulis caramel chizu popuko (caramel cheese popcorn, i have no idea why theyre going for the japanese pronunciation there). harganya 25k. gw suka milk teanya!!! sama kejunya!!! i love it, it tastes nice. the rice puffs were hard to get since they floated to the top, and they had some sort of coating on it. deffo not popcorn. anyways! i wanna try more of their stuff. kejunya mayan banyak. really nice, sweet and savory. i love cheese tea

ramblings below:

surprisingly no coffee in this section. wow. well, i sorta did have coffee toffee's kopi susu nastar the other day and i wouldnt recommend it. i guess it's because it's still fasting season im still wary of acidic drinks even though i can still eat. maybe it's because finding food takes more effort and im paranoid the acid will chip away my stomach lining the moment coffee hits my stomach. oh well, that's some rambling for you. i had some dalgona/whipped coffee before writing this (and taking a walk) because i promised to myself that i'd stop eating away my money and i should rlly limit the treats i give myself. ok fair. i bought stuff like instant drinks in sachets because it's cheaper if u think about it. i won't stop going out to cafes just like that... i am simply... trying to make better financial decisions.... which means fewer small trips (for very sugary drinks) and saving up for bigger visits (where i can eat more!!) byebye

#kisah dari surabaya #pan & co #dunkin donuts #menantea

[blitzbee-and-gt]

AufN Chapter 22

Optimus’s optics flickered toward Bumblebee, who shuffled his pedes nervously. It was true that Bumblebee and Blitzwing were the only ones who truly knew Megatron’s entire story—his motivations for reformatting, the source of his increasingly violent rage. Maybe it’s better this way, Bumblebee thought, nodding encouragingly at Optimus. He can’t let anything slip if he doesn’t know anything.

I…is it not just because they were dating and thus Blitzwing was being traitorous??? Like didn’t Blitzwing even say as much back in 14??? or am I missing something

“Or how, for that matter,” Sentinel continued. “He’s got, what, Lugnut, Starscream, and Blitzwing on this mudball planet? I didn’t think any of them were surgeons.”

“Starscream hasn’t been seen for decacycles,” Prowl said quietly.

nice deflection, Prowl 👌

Prowl coughed something that sounded very much like kiss-aft. Sentinel whirled in his direction, scowling.

“Got something to say, draft-dodger?” he spat.

“Just clearing my throat,” Prowl said loftily.

actually this is just a good chapter for Prowl in general sdfhjsdfhsjdkfh;k

Yes, little one. Fight back against him. I’m so proud.

that’s great, babe, really, Bumblebee typed.

I think this is the first/only time we see him call Blitzwing something other than a variation of his name or an (affectionate) insult and I wanna take a sec to appreciate that bc we just kinda Immediately move on

RoE 6

There was a bite of cold in the air nowadays, and Bumblebee did his best to ignore it by staying on his pedes, running around in circles as much as he could without letting Blitzwing out of view. Stupid fragger had tried to run twice now, and Bumblebee’s trust in him was less than nothing, if that was even possible.

RoE 17

“Do you trust me?”

“I—I guess?”

“I need a more definitive answer than that.

“Then… yeah. I do.”

AufN 22

 Do you trust me?

 yeah ofc!!!! y?

Bumblebee gasped and dropped his datapad, kicking it across the room before stopping to think of a less suspicious thing to do. “Sorry, sir,” he said, wiping condensation from his forehead. “I was just—uh—well, I was, um, there’s this thing called Google, sir, and I was—”

BEE sdjfshdkjfhsjkf

Sari, who had been helping Bumblebee in tugging at Blitzwing’s frame, suddenly released her grip and lurched backwards, eyes wide. “The—the location of—of what?” she whispered, her small voice clearly audible in the deafeningly silent room.

“Your father, human,” Blitzwing reiterated. “My apologies for keeping such a secret from you, but I assure you, he is safe.”

“You—you knew?” Sari said brokenly. “You—I—I trusted you, and you—!”

OH GD OH NO OH BABY :C

#Fic liveblog

[celene-o]

1-47

hi ate k!!! omg dami hihi anyway..

1.Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? boyfriend

2.When did your last hug take place? last sunday hihi

3.Are you a jealous person? i try not to be…but yeah sometimes but i don’t let it stay you know

4.Are you tired right now? yep

5.Do you chew on your straws? yes, always hahaha

6.Have you ever been called a tease? nope

7.Have you ever been awake for 48 hours straight? 24 hrs lang i guess?

8.Do you cry easily? yes huhuhu

9.What should you be doing right now? sleep 

10.Are you a heavy sleeper? yep

11.Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months? i hope so haha

12.Are you mad at someone right now? not really

13.Do you believe in love? yes

14.What makes you laugh no matter what? my otps hihi

15.Who was the last person you talked to? my brother

16.Do you get butterflies around the person you like? uhmm i think so haha

17.Will you get married? hopefully haha

18.When was the last time you smiled? awhile ago haha

19.Does anyone like you? i don’t think so, man hahaha

20.Do you secretly like someone? not atm

21.Who was the first person you talked to today? uhmm si kuya jeepney driver

22.Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? Abba Father

23.What are you NOT looking forward to? medschool

24.What ARE you looking forward to? medscool hahaha (yup mixed feelings with being a medstudyante haha

25.Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it? uhmm it’s more of uhm...their actions like i feel like they love me, and sometimes they say it indirectly hahaha so basically yep blessed to have them guys hahaha

26.Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do? i don’t have an ex...so...sige na wait pede rin ex crush noh? hahaah hmmm uhmm lalaki muna siguro ko mga mata ko tas iiwas ng tingin tas walk away hahaaha

27.Do you plan on moving out within the next year? hmmm nope

28.Are you a forgiving person? yep

29.How many TRUE friends do you have? just a few but they’re the best

30.Do you fall for people easily? YES uggh

31.Have you ever fallen for your ex’s best friend? uhmm i had a crush on my bff’s bf when they were still together but yeaah it was just like...some moments so yeaah nope

32.What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? food? haha

33.Who was the last person you drove with? churchmates

34.How late did you stay up last night and why? uhmm 12 ata thesis kasi haha

35.If you could move somewhere else, would you? i’m contented here in the Philippines :)

36.Who was the last person you took a picture of? uhmm my brother

37.Can you live a day without TV? yep

38.When was the last time you were extremely disappointed? hmmm maybe few days ago...with myself haha

39.Three names you go by.. Hannah, Han, Ha  or celene ;) 

40.Are you currently in a relationship? nope

41.What is your all-time favorite romance movie? hmmm the first movie that popped in my head is she’s the man...does that count? haha

42.Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate? YES!!!

43.What’s your current problem? thesis haha

44.Have you ever had your heart broken? yup gazillion times haha

45.Your thoughts of long distance relationships? uhmmm bilib ako sa may karelasyon na ganyan kasi feel hindi ko keri you know kasi love language ko kasi is touch so ibig sabihin ang clingy ko hahaha pero who knows hahaha

46.How many kids do you want to have? uhmm 2 o 3 :)

47.Have you ever found it hard to tell someone you like them? uhmm yeaah but never pumasok sa isip ko na magconfess cause usually for me i mess things up haha and for me ah... guys should do that kinda thing but yeaah that’s just my opinion :) haha in a romantic sense ah pero sa platonic pinapakita ko na lang sa words and action ko like hindi aktwal na sasabihin na i like you blabla ganun

thank you ult ate kirsten @buhaybabae!!!!

#kps

[uniquehottubcandy]

Menjadi Anak Bimbing Riris

Elo pernah gak sih ngerasa Tuhan itu gak adil? Terus ngalamin yang namanya insecured banget gak? Apa itu tanda kurang bersyukur? Apa gue kurang ibadah? Selow dulu jangan ngegas. Gue pernah kok.

Gue, Rifad. Hanyalah one in million dari pejuang PTN. Gue tau kalo gue berasal dari sebuah desa di Bandung coret, tapi itu tak memadamkan semangat gue untuk berkuliah di PTN. Alasannya? Gue pengen kuliah di passion gue sambil merasakan lingkungan yang kompetitif, ain’t it fun? Hmm anyway, dulu gue sangat mengagungkan hingga telah memverifikasi mimpi gue untuk bisa berkuliah di Hubungan Internasional UNPAD. Gue pikir pilihan gue cukup rasional dan realistis toh udah ada alumni. Tapi keinginan kuat gue tak berbanding lurus dengan proses untuk mewujudkannya. Alhasil, semua itu berujung pada penyesalan.

STOP DULU SAMPAI DI SINI!!!

Kalo elo setelah baca blog ini ujungnya bakal baper, iri atau bahkan jijik, mending stop disini.  There is no overnight success. Success is just like an iceberg.

Kalo elo nyari motivasi di blog gue, elo salah. Gue gakan ngasih motivasi ‘teguh’ atau quotes-quotes baper. Di sini gue cuma casciscus tentang apa yang dialami gue selama gue berjuang terlepas dari ngasih motivasi atau kagak.

Kalo elo mau tetep lanjutin baca, silakan. Bagi yang masih jadi pejuang, berjanjilah setelah membaca ini untuk memfilter mana yang harus elo lakuin dan yang mana yang enggak. Bagi yang bukan, semoga elo enjoy dengan bacaan gue.

Awal kisah

Penyesalan gue berawal dari inkonsistensi gue dalam belajar. Gue adalah anak IPA yang hendak lintas jurusan ke IPS. Pas SNMPTN, gue tau kalo UNPAD gak menyarankan lintas jurusan, tapi gue malah keukeuh buat milih HI UNPAD. Instead of belajar SBMPTN IPS, gue malah tetep pede buat ngulik UN karena gue ngerasa selama 3 taun belajarnya kagak bener (meskipun gue itu ranking umum selama di SMA) dan gue sangat pede untuk SNMPTN. And guess what, kesongongan gue itu akhirnya dibalas dengan setimpal, GUE KAGAK LOLOS SNMPTN 2014 COY. Sedangkan rival temen gue dari IPS, dia masuk. Parahnya, UN gue juga jelek.

Saat itulah gue tersentuh dengan 'ceramah’-nya Riris, mahasiswi Sastra Perancis UNPAD yang peduli akan adik-adiknya untuk dapetin PTN. Dengan berbekal motivasinya dan sisa-sisa semangat belajar kala itu, gue mulai belajar SBMPTN di H-30 itu. Belajar siang malam dan mati-matian. Meski kalap dan pesimis, gue tetep memberanikan diri buat milih HI UNPAD. “Gue taunya HI UNPAD doang. Gue pengen kesitu! Titik!” Alhasil, pilihan 2&3 gue isi ngasal. Teknologi Pendidikan sama Geografi UPI. Gue mohon untuk gak bertindak kayak gini juga.

Guess what? Gue lolos SBMPTN 2014! ……..di pilihan 2. Wakwaw. Tiba-tiba ngeri sendiri karena gue gatau pilihan gue itu bakal ngapain nantinya. Well, tadinya gue bakal ambil bahkan udah nyari kosan. Gue juga udah kubur dalam-dalam keinginan gue buat masuk HI. Yah kuliah seadanya lah, capek SBMPTN mulu. Eh tapi tiba-tiba gue baca artikel Zenius tentang betapa beratnya kuliah kalo gak pake hati. Gue jadi baper dong. Apalagi Riris sering koar-koar tentang kuliah di passion elo. Beuh.

Gue pikir Tuhan itu gak adil. Sebenernya gue udah mati-matian juga buat masuk sana. Tapi apa mimpi terbesar gue ini gak bakal terwujud? Kenapa orang lain di luar sana malah sibuk meng-campaign “pursue your dreams!” Sedangkan gue disini udah mati rasa buat bermimpi kembali? Apa karena gue bersekolah di Cicalengka? Fortunately, otak kritis gue masih jalan setelah merenung berhari-hari. Gimana caranya gue bisa jawab pertanyaan-pertanyaan di atas? I HAVE TO REDEFINE IT! Yap. Gue definisiin ulang apa itu keadilan Tuhan dengan semakin mendekatiNya. Gue definisikan usaha mati-matian yang orang lain lakukan buat menggapai mimpinya dengan menunda kuliah taun depan. So, could I answer that?

One Year Is No Kidding, Bro!

Gue nunda kuliah taun depan. This is the start of how it all ends. Meski keluarga gue ada yang ga setuju dengan alasan buat apa ngejar yang gak realistis dan guru sekolahan juga pada mocking at me karena udah menyia-nyiakan kesempatan yang didapet dan malah ngejar HI yang superduper tinggi PG nya, tapi gue tetep mematangkan keputusan ini. Hmmm. Actually, gue nunda bukan buat ngejar HI lagi tapi buat redefine sebenernya gue itu passionnya kemana karena selama SMA gue cuma fokus akademis (dan itu pun cara belajarnya salah -_-). Ya, gue harus tanggungjawab sama setaun ke depan.

Temen-temen gue udah pada kuliah. Temen-temen yang lain bimbel. Lah gue? Sendiri men. Dan itu ga enak. Gue kan cuma ngandelin Zenius doang buat belajarnya. Yaudah, biar gak bosen gue jadi guru privat IPA SMA di 3 rumah. Gue juga dipercaya buat bimbing olimpiade Geografi sama Kebumian di sekolah gue. Lumayan lah buat mempertajam kemampuan Matdas sama Geografi gue di SBMPTN nanti.

Nah, masih inget Riris yang gue sebutin sebelumnya? Gue coba daftar jadi anak bimbingnya. Dan syarat pertamanya tuh: kerjain 1000 soal tiap pelajaran dalam waktu seminggu. GLEK! Yodah hajar aja! Kalo niat, pasti bisa!!! Meski tertatih-tatih ngerjainnya, gue berhasil jadi anak bimbingnya. Syukurlah. Karena jadi anak bimbing Riris tuh enak, atleast ada yang ngemongin elo dan elo bener bener bisa fokus buat dapetin PTN since she has been very experienced. Meski gue sering 'dibintal’ sama beliau. Haha. Sorry to say, dulu gue nyepelein Riris ini karena gue rasa ini semua gapenting. Tapi sekarang gue sadar kalo “don’t judge by cover” itu kalimat yang bener-bener berfaedah.

Selama setaun gue cukup sibuk. Ya meski gue ngiri sama anak bimbel yang selalu berkutat sama SBMPTN sedangkan gue masih ngawang-ngawang nyari passion gue kemana sambil 'kerja’. Tapi gue terus exploring new things biar tau gue harus milih apa di SBMPTN nanti. Hingga pada akhirnya gue tertarik sama Psikologi UI sama Ekonomi UNPAD. Gue juga tertarik sama HI UI (HI lagi etdaah) hanya saja gue mikir itu less possible buat gue, karena persaingannya ketat abis! 15 kursi dari 3000 lebih peminat. Yaudah biar gak galau, kalo TO gue bisa nyampe 60%, gue ambil dah tuh HIUI.

Gue belajar pagi hari. Siang sampe malem gue ngajar. Malem bangetnya gue belajar. Terus aja gitu siklusnya. Bahkan Matdas yang dulunya gue cuma bisa ngisi 2, gue jadi bisa ngerjain ampe 14. Kuncinya apa? Cara belajarnya dibenerin, disiplin, nge-drill, disiplin, jangan songong, disiplin. Gue hampir gapernah update betapa 'pedih’ nya usaha gue ini. Kata Riris gaboleh banyak bacot. Gue gamau biarin omongan gue lebih gede daripada usaha gue.

Apa gue gak pesimis? Wuih, tentu pesimis. Apa gue gak tertekan? Wuih, jelas-jelas gue tertekan. Gue takut gak bisa mempertanggungjawabkan pilihan gue ini. Tapi gue selalu punya harapan di dalam lubuk hati yang terus menjadi refrain. Gue turn the pain into power dalam tiap detik-detik perjuangan gue. Bahkan pas gue lagi semangat-semangatnya, temen gue nyeletuk ngomong gini, “Fad, kayaknya elo bakal keterima UNPAD deh. Feeling gue kuat. Gakan lah UI mah kan susah” …….who the hell are you? Dia gatau usaha gue gimana. Dia gatau gue ngerjain ratusan soal matdas dan ITU DIULANG AMPE 5 KALI tiap hari. Dia gatau……ah. sudahlah. Ga guna gue ngomong ampe berbusa juga. Kalo elo nemu temen yang kayak gini, diemin aja, keraskan usahamu! Louder than theirs.

Day by day, TO gue naik. Tapi gapernah nyampe 60%, sekitar 40-50% an aja. Cukup lah buat HI UNPAD kata gue tuh. Cuma….kok rasanya kosong aja gitu. Kalo pinter akademis mah gampang atuh tinggal belajar. Terus apa dong yang ngebedain yang mana yang lolos yang mana yang enggak? Menurut gue, kemauan. Kemauan memperbaiki diri maupun kemauan berbuat kebaikan. Sepele lho, tapi efeknya gueeede banget, pikir gue. Maka daripada itu, gue mulai introspeksi diri sampe sedekah. Nikmat rasanya berbagi kebahagiaan. Serasa ilmunya tuh jadi berkah.

The Wars

Pas deket-deket pendaftaran. Ya. Gue sempet 'perang’ kecil sama keluarga gue. Di satu pihak nyuruh gue kerja aja, gausah muluk-muluk kuliah, kuliah cuma buat orang kaya. Di satu pihak menekan gue kuliah, tapi harus yang realistis and it means gausah HI lagi. Gue gabut parah. Gue coba menyerahkan diri pada Tuhan. Gue gamau salah pilih lagi dan emosi. I’ve stepped so far buat SBMPTN masa mau mundur? Gue tenang dulu. Gue harus bersikap dewasa. Gue coba mengatur strategi. Gue tanya sana-sini termasuk konsul sama kak Riris dan browsing kesana kemari yang alhasil gue memantapkan diri buat milih HI UI - HI UNPAD - EKONOMI PEMBANGUNAN UNPAD untuk SBMPTN. Why? Konsiderasi gue ini ditunjang oleh makin tertariknya gue dengan politik dan ekonomi. Agak riskan emang pilihannya. Tapi gue coba bikin pilihan SBM gue itu consecutively Idealis - Realistis - Oportunis. Gue jelasin ke keluarga secara diplomatis, memang awalnya agak kaku tapi kalo menyampaikannya dengan tepat dan bertanggungjawab insyaallah bisa kok. Besides that, gue ikutan SIMAK UI buat cadangan dengan pilihan HI - PSIKOLOGI - KESEJAHTERAAN SOSIAL. Dont put all your eggs in one basket, bukan?

Bulan April setelah UN 2015, gue berhenti ngajar. Gue makin fokus belajar SBMPTN. Gue juga jadi makin rajin baca artikel atau bahkan jurnal sains di internet. Pokoknya jangan ampe ada kebaikan yang gue lewatkan! Hingga datanglah SBMPTN dan SIMAK. Well, gue kerjakan tenang dan mantap. Kedewasaan gue membuahkan hasil pula. Sebenernya agak was-was juga, tapi gue terus berbaik sangka terhadap Tuhan bahwa usaha keras takkan mengkhianati!

Saat-saat menunggu pengumuman, penyiksaan yang berlebih terjadi. Antara resah, galau, optimis arghh gabut parah pokoknya. Yang paling gaenak dari nunda kuliah taun depan adalah: ketika temen deket elo udah pada kuliah dan elo belum. Beuh. Bahkan teknologi pun gada yang bisa membunuh rasa kesendirian tuh. Tapi gue selalu menenangkan diri dengan selalu berpositive thinking. Keep calm, Fad. Gausah jiper. Gue terus menebar kebaikan agar gue senantiasa bersyukur dan berbahagia. Because you deserve to be happy, man!

Kenapa gue terlihat lemah disini? Men, elo gatau semua beban gue sebenernya. Gak etis gue elaborasiin semua. Sama aja kek yang umbar-umbar keluh kesah di sosmed. Ya dikit dikit lah gapapa. Tapi kalo keseringan dan itu gak etis? No. Gue gasuka. Ketika elo down, bersujudlah. Gue sembuhkan lewat Tuhan dan gue tenangkan diri gue sendiri. Ya, yang bikin gue down itu pikiran gue, dan yang bikin up lagi juga pikiran gue sendiri. Well. Gue lagi berperang sama diri gue sendiri memang.

………terus gimana hasil SBMPTN nya?

Karena keterbatasan finansial, gue kagak daftar kemana-mana lagi. Kasian mamah sama kakak. Yodah gapapa. Gue selalu berharap yang terbaik. Mau UI. Mau UNPAD. Gue udah gapeduli. Yang penting gue harus kuliah buat orangtua gue. Dan karena pengumumannya pas lagi bulan puasa, gue selalu meminta ke Allah yang terbaik buat gue all day long. Allah itu emang tempat meminta kok. Asal elo mintanya sesuai etika. Pasti Allah kabulkan dengan 'indah’. Gue minta buat bisa mengguratkan senyum bangga di raut wajah mamah. Gue berharap malam itu jadi malam Lailatul Qadr bagi gue. For the first time, di situ gue ngerasa dekettttt banget sama Allah. Gue malu sih ketika ada maunya aja gue gini. Tapi gue berjanji buat enggak gini ke depannya, insyaallah. Pas pengumuman…..

JENG JENG JENG!

GUE LOLOS SBMPTN DI….

ILMU HUBUNGAN INTERNASIONAL UNIVERSITAS INDONESIA

ALHAMDULILLAHHHHHHHH! IS THIS MY OWN LAILATUL QADR?

Gue cengo. Gue gapercaya. Gue gapinter-pinter amat. Gue pernah ditolak UNPAD buat masuk HI. Gue gak bimbel berjuta-juta. Gue cuma anak didik Riris. Gue anak kampung.  Gue tau masuk UI tuh susah banget. Apalagi HI nya. Sekolah gue ampir gapernah ada yang ke UI. TAPI REALITANYA SEKARANG GUE MASUK HI UI?????? MASYA ALLAH.

Gue reload. Masih tetep sama. Hiks. Gue langsung lapor mamah and she smiled brightly. Ohh c'mon betapa bersyukurnya gue kala itu bisa ngasih setitik kebahagiaan buat seorang ibu. Then gue langsung hubungi kak Riris (karena dia yang sangat berpengaruh dalam setaun ini) and…. yeah. Yu now lah dia bangga haha. Yeah. Dulu pengennya UNPAD, sekarang dikasih 'lebih’. Dulu keterima di UPI, sekarang UI. Nikmat mana lagi yang kau dustakan?

Makasih banget sama maaf banget buat kak Riris, khususnya. Dia udah bimbing gue dari jaman jebot. Dengan sabarnya, dia udah ngajarin gue buat berpositive-thinking. Tugas-tugasnya juga bikin urat leher menegang tapi berkhasiat. Gils. Kalo elo masih aja nyepelein bacotan-bacotan dia, jangan berharap banyak buat masuk PTN secara excellent. Memang bukan jaminan, tapi elo bakal rugi banget kalo gak kenal dia secara deket. It sounds alay, tapi elo harus coba sendiri sensasinya hahaha. MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!!!

Here, Rifad Anjar Jumara. Gue udah bertanggungjawab sama pilihan gue. I have redefined my ownself setelah satu tahun ini. Gue bersyukur gue kembali mempelajari IPS dengan benar disertai melakukan kebaikan-kebaikan pada satu tahun ini karena Allah. I have broke the rule kalo anak Cicalengka susah buat masuk UI. I have proved to others who ever laid a finger on me that i could beat it finally. They used to shout my name but now they whisper it. Gue gabisa sombong bro. Masuk UI bukan tujuan akhir gue. Masih banyak puncak lain yang harus gue daki. Ini semua juga berkat doa orangtua gue, doa temen-temen, doa guru, Zenius, kak Riris dll. Makanya, terus-teruslah berbuat kebaikan meski sekecil apapun! Pinter akademik doang ga ngefek. Banyak kok anak pinter yang gaketerima atau keterima di pilihan 'sisa’. So, gausah rasis mau elo dari anak kampung/kota, miskin/kaya, bimbel/kagak, asal elo disiplin you nailed it then!

Now, stop cari motivasi dan tipsnya. Mulai belajar. Dari akademis ampe psikologis elo sendiri. Mulai melangkah ke depan dan berani hadapi kegagalan! Kalo elo gagal, coba elo bersikap bijak dulu. An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backwards. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it’s going to launch you into something great. So just focus and keep aiming.

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As my gratitude to my great ‘tutor’, i wrote this for her. Now, i just want to repost again. See the original post here >> http://rizkydeaa.tumblr.com/post/126010192362/rifad-anjar-hubungan-internasional-universitas

#hiui #sbmptn #gapyear #kuliah #zenius #universitasindonesia #hubunganinternasional #anakbimbingriris

[the-black-and-red-femme]

Fangs’ Journal

A side post inspired by my current thread with @hotterthanyouall

Entry 1

Time: 01:14

So I finally spoke to the jerk that comes around to the local bar tonight. The mech is a complete aft and I could see why some of the severs warned me about him. He walked up to me like he was the greatest thing that ever set two pedes on Cybertron. It was annoying enough to make my armour crawl. But oh no, the night got better.

So after I allow this jerk some witty arguing back and forth, the mech steals my drink that I order and smirked at me after he drank it. He had also said he wasn’t interested in my ‘sob story’ when I had let it slip that I had said goodbye to Claw today... 

In the fury of that I smashed a glass and threw it in his face then left. I probably could of reacted better, but the mech did deserve it for acting so arrogant. Some bots just truly disgust me and apparently he’s made my list.

Entry 2 (6 days from last entry)

Time: 15:32

I seen him again today, he seemed different. Withdrawn might be a good word for it? I called over to him and made a comment, more because I was still upset about the comments at the bar a few nights ago. But he didn’t even acknowledge me. Honestly, I didn’t even think he knew I was speaking to him. 

Clearly, something had to be on his processor to not even bother to retaliate over comments. It’s not really my place anyways, nor is it my problem that the mech probably got himself into trouble with his stupid attitude.

Entry 3 (3 weeks since last entry)

Time: 17:18

I know its been a few weeks since my last entry, but a lot has happened. A few weeks ago there was an announcement that the Guard was looking for a yellow mech who had gone missing, goes by the name of Sunstreaker. It realy wasn’t until I seen the ads around that I came to realize that the mech was the one from the bar! 

They claimed that the mech had trauma from the past and were concerned for his well being. I was concerned now and honestly felt a little guilty thinking that something terrible could of happened to the mech. Even if he was a complete jerk I wouldn’t want to see harm come to him.

So after each of my shifts I would go out looking different areas of the in-restored parts of the city, lots of bots go there when they don’t want to be found. Myself included considering I call an old ugly....what I used to think was a warehouse my home. 

Anyways, so it’s about day seven into my search and something caught my optic with movement. I turn to see the mec- Sunstreaker. The mech is all clawed and dented up and snarling at me like he’s some kind of beast. He looked wild, not even like himself anymore. He clawed the tips of his digits down to the structural bits so they’re like these weird claws.

I was fortunate enough to bring my stun baton with me, it was really the only way I could get him down and get him out of the open. I thought quick and at the time I thought ‘oh just bring him back to your place.’ which I did. and I have him restrained so he won’t hurt himself...

But honestly, I would of felt terrible guilt if I had turned him over to the authorities. They would of just tucked him away in some cushy room with a bunch of shrinks and drugs and he wouldn’t ever see daylight again. I think it honestly would be crueler than restraining him here.  I guess something inside me feels like I can get through to him, and show him it’s okay that you’re hurting and that other bots hurt to...primus knows I have. I just feel maybe the him and I have more in common than we truly think, and maybe finding that common ground will help him get better.

I should go, I will write later...I think he’s coming to.

Entry 4 (over an hour since last entry)

Time: 18:49

So I was right, he is awake. There’s still no improvement in his mental state (I didn't expect there to be anyways). But as I write this entry, I find myself sitting in front of him and speaking to him. I told him that I understand what it‘s like to be hurting and to be hurt by other bots, that he doesn’t have to suffer through this alone.  Mind you, he just growled at me in response.

I want to get through to him I have to get through to him, he doesn’t realize how fortunate he is to have a family that is still online and truly cares for him. I know I don’t have that, and I definitely won’t find any sense of compassion with him whether he was in a stable mental state or not. Feral or not the mech seems truly incapable of grasping the fact that others do have emotions and feel pain like he does and that his poor attitude creates more problems then it solves. 

Which honestly is ironic for me to say, since my mouth gets me into way more trouble than it should. But anyways, I should try and coax him to have some energon before he burns himself low on it. I’ll write again when I seem to have a breakthrough with him.

#Suntreaker #Shadowfangs #journal entries #leashed #inspired by hotterthanyouall #hotterthanyouall #theblackandredfemme #headcanon drabbles.

[verdigrisprowl]

May 1 Dancitron Movie Night - Chicago

Prowl disliked all the characters, but feels like he was supposed to, so he’s okay with it. Whirl and Windchill just disliked it, although Whirl grudgingly liked the dancing. Zori disliked the injustice of an innocent person being executed, and Prowl had to go sit by him and explain to him, in the most sensitive and compassionate way possible, “Sometimes the legal system fucks up.”

Prowl and Soundwave were once again sappy after the movie. Prowl sent him a link to play “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now” and then Soundwave played “Can’t Fight This Feeling” which Prowl had considered playing except he thought Soundwave might think it was too sappy, and then they just sat there playing romantic songs.

Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *For once, Soundwave takes the opportunity to dance a little before notifying everyone that it's safe to begin arriving, determined to dull the edge of his mood, if only a bit.* *He'll have stopped and sat himself down by the time they do, tables, chairs, booths, and other surfaces already arranged.* Ratchet 8:41 pm *pops in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm *Soundwave dips his helm; Zori squeals electronically. Long time no see!* Whirl 8:42 pm *he's not the only one pleasantly surprised to see Ratchet; he pauses when he trots in* Well, I'll be damned. Ratchet 8:42 pm *hasn't been _that_ long* Heya, Bug. Whirl. Windchill 8:43 pm *Appears* Whirl 8:43 pm *salutes Ratchet as he takes his seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm @Whirl: [[A warning: he has read that this is a prison-musical... though he does not know what that means.]] But he flicks a servo in Whirl's direction, sending Rumble and Frenzy to pack in with Whirl wherever he settles.* *Soundwave nods to Windchill as well.* #Ratchet! #you are here again #good #I was afraid #D: Ratchet 8:45 pm Afraid of what, Buggo? I'm not gonna die on ya. Whirl 8:45 pm *bobs his head a Windchill, but before he can say anything, he looks in Soundwave's direction* ...@S: Well, all right then. Windchill 8:46 pm *Waves imperiously, as if addressing the peasantry.* Ratchet 8:46 pm *but where will Ratchet sit. he was going to go join Whirl, but now Rumble and Frenzy are there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm #promise? *Rumble and Frenzy are tiny. He could join them.* Ratchet 8:47 pm *mmmnope. not really about size* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm ((Will start in 5-10.)) Ratchet 8:47 pm 'Course I promise. Would I do that to my favourite dance partner? Windchill 8:47 pm (( RUNS to make coffee. I need POWER. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm #:D #hee hee #that is kind #thank you! *Soundwave bobs his helm at Blaster.* @Blaster: [[Do update him later.]] boomtank 8:49 pm -waves then pauses- Update on what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @Blaster: [[You mentioned meetings when he made his offer. He is curious whether they have taken place.]] A subtle hand twitch. [[It is understandable if they haven't. These things take time.]] Ratchet 8:52 pm Heh. No problem. So how's it going? I had to rush out last time, we didn't get to chat. boomtank 8:53 pm ....oh. Those. Yeah, they happened, and no nothing came of them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm *Zori climbs up close to Ratchet so he can whisper.* #Soundwave says I will be small soon #shhhh Whirl 8:54 pm *mostly Whirl seems just baffled as to why someone would make a musical about prison, of all things, but he doesn't seem nervous* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *Soundwave shakes his helm. He had expected as much. Well, what he said holds true.* Whirl 8:54 pm *and there's a whole table, folks, plenty of room* Windchill 8:55 pm *Good because you got a BIG BUTT COMING* Ratchet 8:55 pm *okay, they're whispering. Zori is better at doing the whispering thing than any of the Dinobots, but Ratchet's practiced with playing along.* boomtank 8:55 pm -He's not expecting a fast resolution to a War that has lasted his entire life up to this point- Ratchet 8:55 pm Oh yeah? Guess we better get in a big bug dance or two before then, huh? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm #yes! #dancing~ boomtank 8:56 pm -and he's settling down with a bit of paperwork, again- ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm ((WILL YOU BOIL ALREADY, WATER. GOD.)) boomtank 8:57 pm ((pfff Windchill 8:57 pm (( I feel u )) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm ((35 minutes! I wanted noodles in time. Oh well. Better get goin'.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:59 pm ((OKAY SO HERE'S THE RELEVANT WARNINGS: This is semi-fictional Chicago in the 20s so there's booze and violence and scanty clothes abounding. And I think Roxie uses a derogatory term at one point? And the very end has some shaky cam and pop-flashes. That shouuuuld cover?)) Whirl 9:00 pm *pulls his horrid extra-spicy gaugebuster from subspace, where he'd been saving it, and nods to his table* Sup. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm //Sup!// \\SUP!\\ //Been busy?// Whirl 9:01 pm Ugh. No, not really. We're still stuck on Cybertron. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm //Maybe you guys oughta like... get out 'n push.// Whirl 9:02 pm Not going STIR-CRAZY but not doin' anything useful, either. What about you guys? Seein any action? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm \\YEAH, KINDA. DOIN' SOME REMODELIN'.\\ Whirl 9:03 pm Yeah? *glances about for any sign of it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm \\NAW, NOT DOWN HERE.\\ *Soundwave makes himself comfortable by propping his pedes up with his feelers.* Windchill 9:03 pm *Sits in Whirl's general vicinity, sorry bro.* Whirl 9:04 pm *he's as welcome as ever, mech, but Whirl refrains from putting his feet on him* Windchill 9:04 pm *BETRAYAL.* Whirl 9:04 pm Where, then? Opening up a second club or something? *snorts* Windchill 9:05 pm *That's okay, after his mouth threats he expects to be in various degrees of trouble.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm //Pfff. Ain't -that- much time in an orn.// //Jus' home stuff.// Whirl 9:05 pm *he's not in trouble, Whirl's just trying to respect the new boundaries he things are in place* Gotcha. Well, hope it goes as painlessly as possible. Sounds dull. *hunches over his gaugebuster for a nice, long inhale* Windchill 9:06 pm *TROUBLE.* Whirl 9:06 pm ((lord, rabbit. pls. pls work)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Soundwave tilts his head.* [[Ah. That is not her actual mate.]] *This should be interesting.* Windchill 9:08 pm *Blinks.* Whirl 9:09 pm Ugh. Windchill 9:09 pm I thought so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Frenzy whistles.* Whirl 9:10 pm Well, damn. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Buzzsaw settles in with the group. This kind of thing reeks of the mechs he used to know.* Windchill 9:11 pm *He shrugs.* I would have shot him. Not that I find myself in those kinds of situations, mind. Whirl 9:11 pm *shrugs as well* I'd not get myself in that situation to begin with. Windchill 9:12 pm *Still, he can relate to some of this with more recent goings on.* Whirl 9:12 pm If some chucklehead's trying to shmooze me and promising me stuff I'd get proof before I gave him what he wanted. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm [[A smart idea.]] Ratchet 9:13 pm *snorts* Whirl 9:13 pm Not, of course, that I predict this'll be something I have to deal with anytime soon. Windchill 9:14 pm *snorts.* That pianist. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Soundwave huffs. Loud. Her, calling him disloyal.* Whirl 9:15 pm That's rich. I mean am I supposed to feel sorry for her? ...like, at all? Because frankly this is just hilarious. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[For the conjunx, perhaps.]] Windchill 9:16 pm Well, that's a right mess. FakeProwl 9:16 pm ((I GOT ON THE COMPUTER AND IT WENT "YOU CAN'T GET ON RABBIT UNLESS YOU UPDATE AND COMPLETELY REBOOT CHROME" hhhhh)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm ((D:)) Whirl 9:16 pm ((ARRGH)) FakeProwl 9:16 pm ((im finally here)) Windchill 9:17 pm (( EVIL. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm ((welcome welcome)) ((THIS LADY is the original '75 Velma)) Ratchet 9:17 pm [[ hello love glad you made it <3 ]] FakeProwl 9:17 pm *arrives belatedly. makes beeline for soundwave's seat.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Immediately makes room and pings hello.* @Prowl: (txt): Summary: Established performer terminated companions, arrested. Aspiring performer cheated on conjunx, shot lover. Now caught. Conjunx accepted blame. Praises sung until conjunx discovered truth. Truth confessed, arrest performed. FakeProwl 9:18 pm *pings back, and additionally pings an apology for late arrival* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm *Soundwave likes the song-philosophy.* Whirl 9:19 pm *takes a nice, long drag of his drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm //Bullscrap.// Whirl 9:19 pm No such thing as a good warden. Never met one in my life. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm (txt): Apology unnecessary. Knee bump. Windchill 9:20 pm Endless magic boob? FakeProwl 9:20 pm *bumps back* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[A subspace pocket, perhaps.]] Windchill 9:20 pm (( I'm out of coffee pray for me. )) Whirl 9:21 pm Not a bad place to put it... *looks at his cockpit* ((RIP CHILL)) Windchill 9:21 pm Do you have endless bullets in your boobs, Whirl? Ratchet 9:21 pm [[ queen's boobs are so good in that dress good lord. ]] Windchill 9:21 pm ((I'M DEAD. )) Whirl 9:21 pm Not ENDLESS, but a lot. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm //Yeah, well, the Boss got a bird in his.// [[Rumble. Please.]] boomtank 9:22 pm ....right, I'm gonna have to turn in early today. G'night. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Glances at Blaster. Odd.* [[Goodnight.]] Windchill 9:22 pm Goodnight, sucker. Whirl 9:22 pm Pfft, I'll let you know if I ever find a bird in my chest anytime soon. boomtank 9:22 pm -waves on the way out- ((mun forgot she has shit to do early tomorrow)) Whirl 9:23 pm ((gnight!)) boomtank 9:23 pm ((g'night! Windchill 9:23 pm That sounds dirty. FakeProwl 9:24 pm ((i can never remember what the last one's saying and it always sounds like "lip shits.")) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((Lipschitz, lmfao, a name)) Whirl 9:24 pm *another drink* This is stupid. I'm waiting for this movie to impress me. Windchill 9:25 pm (( Same I have been wondering. Thank u, it was bothering me. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *Rumble punches Whirl's arm.* //Shhh, I wanna hear what them dead guys did.// Whirl 9:25 pm *snorts, but obliges him* Whirl 9:26 pm Okay, I'll give it credit there. Not a bad line. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Frenzy HOWLS with laughter before Rumble covers his mouth.* Windchill 9:26 pm *Snorts.* Whirl 9:27 pm *snickers* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm #awww.... Windchill 9:28 pm *chokes* Whirl 9:28 pm This movie has a real obsession with jilted lovers. Windchill 9:28 pm Seems to. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm //F'real.// *Soundwave is getting the idea that Prowl is going to have some complaints about this movie, most likely.* FakeProwl 9:30 pm ... So it's a movie about self-absorbed, self-entitled, selfish sociopaths. Who sing. Whirl 9:30 pm At least they get their own cells. Ratchet 9:30 pm *the dance numbers are great but Ratchet does not agree with the song. how did any of those people deserve to die.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm *Right on schedule. He huffs softly.* FakeProwl 9:31 pm *well. it's not a COMPLAINT. But he doesn't sympathize with any of them.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm \\...THE FRAG'S THE MIRROR WALL AT.\\ Whirl 9:31 pm How is she even getting money? What is this underground prison economy? Windchill 9:32 pm *Snorts* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm //Maybe she stuffed it in a pocket too.// FakeProwl 9:33 pm ... That's not how probability works. Windchill 9:34 pm Sounds gross. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm [[What would you consider more accurate?]] FakeProwl 9:36 pm For starters, I'd need the total number of females have been tried for the death penalty since the court in question was established. Not the number of years they've been counting. *mutters* That's the kind of assumption Smokescreen makes. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *More amusement.* FakeProwl 9:37 pm *lower mutter* I'm serious. He's done it before. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm ((A note: 5,000 then is about 70,000 now.)) //The singers are fraggin' liars.// @P: (txt): That, frightening. FakeProwl 9:39 pm You didn't figure that out when they started singing about a man deserving to die for chewing gum? Windchill 9:39 pm Solution: Don't murder people in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm //Well, it ain't like I know what a gum is.// Whirl 9:39 pm ((i swear to fuckin god)) Windchill 9:40 pm (( I WISH I COULD HELP )) Whirl 9:40 pm ((it's just my damn luck)) I zoned out--what're the singers lying about? FakeProwl 9:40 pm It's a human food. Except they're not supposed to swallow it. They just chew it indefinitely. Until they get bored of chewing, and then spit it out. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm //They was claimin' this lawyer fragger don't care 'bout nothin' but love, 'cept he's all 'bout money 'n lookin' good.// //...What's the point of THAT?// Whirl 9:41 pm *nods* Windchill 9:42 pm where is the justice system in all of this? Whirl 9:42 pm This is it, Chill. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:42 pm [[This appears to be it.]] FakeProwl 9:43 pm I don't know. I think they enjoy chewing it. Windchill 9:43 pm I was being sarcastic. Whirl 9:43 pm Well, maybe, but this isn't too far off from the truth. People in power don't actually care about doing what's right--they care about benefiting from it, and staying in power. ESPECIALLY where criminals are concerned. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm *Soundwave thinks of something a bit saucy to say in response to the chewing thing. He can't say it because he's not supposed to have a mouth. Damn.* //She's mixin' her semaphores.// [[Metaphors.]] //Yeah, them.// Whirl 9:46 pm So, question--did he ever say what he was gonna do if he won her case? She gonna owe him a ton of money or something? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm \\5,000 CREDITS.\\ Whirl 9:46 pm Thought so. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *This is absolutely Soundwave's favorite of this whole movie now. He misses that damn helm so much.* Windchill 9:48 pm *Rest his chin in his palm.* FakeProwl 9:48 pm *the sequence is... a little uncomfortable. he's trying to figure out why.* Whirl 9:49 pm *long, slow sip of his gaugebuster* The dancing's not bad. But the song leaves something to be desired. FakeProwl 9:49 pm *rubs the back of his n— ah. that's why.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm //Yeah, 's called "the truth", haha.// Windchill 9:49 pm *Shrugs* It's an accurate representation of the media, so I don't care what it sounds like. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:49 pm *Ping. Okay there?* Whirl 9:50 pm I never had much to do with the media. FakeProwl 9:50 pm *pings back. he's fine.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:50 pm *Tiny nod.* Windchill 9:51 pm It may be for the best. Whirl 9:53 pm *rolls his optic* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Rumble snickers.* Windchill 9:55 pm This sequences is taking too long. Whirl 9:56 pm *lifts his drink* Maybe take a trip to the bar. Assuage your suffering. I recommend the bartender. Windchill 9:56 pm I know you do. I think I'll pass this time, I'd rather keep my optics inside my head. Whirl 9:57 pm You don't HAVE to order a guagebuster, y'know. But, well. I guess you said it's best if you don't have high-grade, right? Windchill 9:58 pm Yeaaaaah. For now, at least. Whirl 9:58 pm *tips him a toas* I'll drink for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Can attempt to get comfortable with seat companion? He'll offer to share one of the feelers he's currently using as a leg prop in return.* Windchill 9:59 pm *Nods* Sounds good. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm *Quiet buzz* [][][]The most me and Veronica made was 350.[][][] FakeProwl 10:00 pm *where's that feeler going? not that prowl's going to protest* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm *Curled into a tall n beneath the ankles.* Windchill 10:01 pm *Cackles* Whirl 10:02 pm All right, so far I count... one decent song. Windchill 10:02 pm This might be why I never learned to dance. Whirl 10:02 pm *looks at the mecha gathered at his table* What's y'all's consensus? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm \\...OKAY, BUT. LIKE. SHE DID THE WHOLE THING ALONE.\\ Whirl 10:03 pm The dancing hasn't been all that bad. Windchill 10:03 pm *Shrugs.* FakeProwl 10:03 pm *leans on Soundwave* Ratchet 10:03 pm [[ sigh okay i cannot stay up any later, it's time for me to slep ]] ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm //I dunno. Ain't none of 'em been bad, jus' full of lyin'.// Whirl 10:03 pm ((gnight!)) FakeProwl 10:03 pm ((gnight~)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm ((aww... gnight!)) Windchill 10:04 pm (( Goodnight! )) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *Good. Will slide arm behind waist and lean back.* Whirl 10:04 pm Let me guess... More jilted lovers? Windchill 10:04 pm I think the theme of the story is more interesting than the rest of it so far... Whirl 10:05 pm Wow. *flat* What a surprise. I didn't see this coming. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Rumble cackles.* Windchill 10:05 pm Man, Whirl, you should have made bets. Whirl 10:05 pm Nobody's take me up on them, I'd bet. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm \\BETCHA SMOKESCREEN WOULD.\\ Whirl 10:05 pm Okay, I like her, though. Windchill 10:06 pm *snorts* Windchill 10:07 pm This is pathetic. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *Zori doesn't understand this movie. Why is every single person in it a liar?* *Are all humans like this?* Whirl 10:08 pm *most living beings, Zori* *at least in Whirl's worldview* Whirl 10:10 pm Who wrote a song about our janitor? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm //Pfft. He that bad?// Whirl 10:11 pm Forgettable, but at least he's not annoying. Crosscut's main squeeze. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm //Hoist, Hoist... oh yeah! From the ballgame.// Whirl 10:11 pm *nods* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm \\...I DON'T GET IT.\\ Windchill 10:12 pm Aw man, that's what they want. FakeProwl 10:12 pm *doesn't get it either* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm [[Is there something wrong with Septembers?]] Whirl 10:13 pm *shrugs* I've given up trying to make sense of the majority of this. FakeProwl 10:13 pm ... Is it mathematically improbable that he helped create the hypothetical baby? Whirl 10:13 pm Aside from the pervasive cynicism, it's obviously not rooted anywhere in reality. FakeProwl 10:13 pm Why does he care? He already knew that she was copulating with someone other than him. This is just a natural consequence of said copulation. Whirl 10:13 pm I mean, did you see those cells? Luxury suites. Windchill 10:14 pm I was gonna say. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm //Yeah, they're way bigger'n anythin' we ever got.// Whirl 10:14 pm They're furnished! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:14 pm [[Perhaps he wanted a newbu... a baby? Of his own?]] FakeProwl 10:15 pm Can't he just use hers? The father is dead. I mean. The baby's not real, but. If it was. Whirl 10:15 pm I'd guess he'd want nothing to do with a baby that was created while she was jilting him. FakeProwl 10:15 pm That's hardly the baby's fault. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm #......DDDDDDD: #but she is not guilty! #the song said Whirl 10:16 pm The one innocent one. Pfft. Windchill 10:16 pm Naturally. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:16 pm #no #that is bad #why? Whirl 10:17 pm *looks to Zori, and does make a slight effort to speak in a somewhat gentle tone of voice* Way of the world, Professor. FakeProwl 10:17 pm *where is Zori? with Whirl?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm *Where Ratchet was.* FakeProwl 10:17 pm *where was Ratchet? Prowl kinda zeroed in on the couch* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:17 pm #this is a bad movie #I do not like it *Ratchet was by himself.* Whirl 10:18 pm ((i do not know, but he would've been welcome at The Table)) You'n me both. Still waiting to be impressed. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Zori tucks his legs up against himself and curls his tail over. The poor human.* Windchill 10:19 pm Well, that's true but I don't want to hear a song about it. FakeProwl 10:19 pm *well, then. will maybe briefly relocate to Zori's seat* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm *Soundwave watches this curiously.* Whirl 10:19 pm *also glances over* FakeProwl 10:21 pm *very softly* Judges and juries don't know who's innocent and who's guilty. They weren't there when the crime was committed. They don't know who's telling the truth and who isn't. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm *Muffled.* #but they said she did #why? Whirl 10:23 pm Ugh. FakeProwl 10:23 pm It's the job of witnesses, forensic investigators, and police to find out the facts that determine the truth, and then lawyers to share those facts. Sometimes, they do their jobs poorly. Windchill 10:23 pm I don't have a gag reflex, but I wish I did. Whirl 10:24 pm ((whirl's existing in a constant state of being unimpressed but this entire trial scene has been so well done)) Windchill 10:24 pm (( Ye. )) FakeProwl 10:24 pm And when they do their jobs poorly, the judge and jury can't learn the truth. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm #they should be in trouble #all of them ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm #the human is dead #they killed her #so #they should go to jail too #yes *Quiet pinch-snip.* Windchill 10:26 pm *Snorts.* FakeProwl 10:26 pm Some of them, perhaps, should. Some of them may have done a bad job on purpose. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:27 pm *Louder, angrier pinch-snips. ON PURPOSE.* FakeProwl 10:27 pm But some of them were just... mediocre. They don't deserve to die just for not doing well enough. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm #what DO they get? Whirl 10:29 pm *this is, at last, getting interesting* Windchill 10:30 pm Who even keeps diaries? FakeProwl 10:31 pm For doing the best they could but not necessarily doing well enough? They don't necessarily deserve anything. They didn't do anything wrong by doing the best they possibly could, even if that wasn't good enough. Windchill 10:32 pm *Leans forward. This IS starting to get good.* FakeProwl 10:32 pm It's a tragedy. Yes, it's a tragedy. But it wasn't necessarily the fault of the people who worked on the case. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Soundwave vents. That was fascinating.* FakeProwl 10:33 pm It simply means that the investigators, the police, the lawyers always need to do the best that they possibly can to prevent such tragedies—and to always determine the truth. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Zori just mumbles, clicks, and beeps to himself. He doesn't know if he likes that. It's not fair. Things should be FAIR.* FakeProwl 10:35 pm *they SHOULD be fair, yes.* FakeProwl 10:36 pm ... In cases like this, trials like this—they SHOULD be punished. Lawyers—or anyone else—who lie and manipulate the evidence... they deserve punishment. But, sometimes... the investigators just... weren't good enough. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Zori slowly turns around and lifts himself up on his front claws to stare at Prowl for a second. He then slips off the seat with a mournful whistle and goes to curl up by Soundwave's legs.* *Closest he can get to docking for comfort. Soundwave rests a hand on his back and nods to Prowl.* FakeProwl 10:40 pm *well. he doesn't think he helped zori feel any better. but he gave him a damn better perspective than he would have got listening to whatever whirl might have said on the subject.* Whirl 10:40 pm *kudos to Prowl, that was probably something Zori needed to hear, and he said it a hell of a lot better than Whirl could* ((PFF)) ((soundwave might have just gotten mental whiplash)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:40 pm ((LITTLE BIT)) Whirl 10:41 pm *he doesn't know enough of the language to actually offer comfort, so he settles for craning his neck and making the beep for "praise/compliment"* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave: grateful. This one... young. Own stories known. Comprehension: difficult. *Zori is quiet for a second before returning it.* FakeProwl 10:42 pm @Soundwave «Zori won't be grateful if I come back to sit over there, will he.» Whirl 10:42 pm *bob his head; that's about the best he can do* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:44 pm *Soundwave looks down to have a silent conversation, then glances back over.* (txt): Presence not unwelcome. Prowl not mistaken human police. //...So's this another of them imaginin' things or'd they really get famous?// *Rumble scratches his helm.* FakeProwl 10:45 pm @Soundwave «No, but I AM the one who broke the bad news.» *that said, though, he relocates back to Soundwave's side.* Whirl 10:45 pm That was dumb. Good dancing, though. Not sure, Rumble, but frankly, I don't care enough to think about it. Windchill 10:45 pm *Nods.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm //Pff.// FakeProwl 10:46 pm I think all the dance sequences were supposed to be imaginary. So, that one probably was too. Windchill 10:46 pm I hope so. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm @Prowl: (txt): Explanation, bad news: inevitable. Similar profession: best source. Cannot deny now. Comprehension in time. Windchill 10:51 pm *He's kind of just disgusted, which he assumes was the intent.* Whirl 10:51 pm *the movie was doomed from the start, the entire concept chafed at Whirl, and he was likely to be biased no matter what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm *Soundwave resettles himself, but lets his pedes down so he can use the feeler to continue petting Zori's back.* [[He dislikes the Roxie human. Her conjunx was devoted. A fool. But loyal.]] FakeProwl 10:52 pm @Soundwave «Was he denying something?» I dislike all of them except the invisible human. But I'm fairly certain that was the objective of the movie. So. It was successful. Whirl 10:53 pm I'm disappointed we never saw more of the other lady. The unrepentant one. She was fun. Windchill 10:53 pm The one with all of the kicking? Whirl 10:54 pm Yep. Windchill 10:54 pm ...Yeah. It helps that she didn't break into inane songs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm \\I LIKED HER. I BET SHE KICKED THE JUDGE.\\ Whirl 10:55 pm Heh! Yep! Windchill 10:55 pm I like musicals, but I have standards. Whirl 10:57 pm She didn't put on any pretenses. She was honest about it. I can respect that. *tips his glass to the memory of her* I'd rather go down in flames than roll over for someone else and simper for other peoples' sympathy. Windchill 10:57 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm @Prowl: (txt): Zori: ...idealist, optimist, faithful. Own stories told, in past. Belief: difficult. Concept [][][]unfair[][][]. Easier-harder, when other side agreement provided. Windchill 10:57 pm One could not murder people in the first place. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:58 pm @Prowl: (txt): Then, truth: inescapable. Windchill 10:58 pm Not that I can talk, but. Whirl 10:58 pm I mean, in a perfect world. Probably. ...maybe. It's at least marginally likely. Windchill 10:58 pm What is? Whirl 10:58 pm Not having to murder people. Windchill 10:59 pm *Blinks.* Most humans go their entire lives without killing anyone. Not other humans, anyway. FakeProwl 10:59 pm @Soundwave «... Idealists are good. Zori needs to come to understand that sometimes life is unfair—but he should never ACCEPT that life is unfair. People who accept that life is unfair will never do anything to improve life.» Whirl 11:00 pm I wouldn't know. I don't keep up with the little guys. ((CRO....)) ((EXCELLENT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm ((WHAT? I'M NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING THIS TIME I'M JUST GRABBING STUFF)) Windchill 11:01 pm (( SURE, SURE. )) Whirl 11:01 pm ((I WAS PLEASED WITH THE ABBA)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:01 pm ((oh okay XD)) Windchill 11:01 pm Consider yourself lucky. They make a lot of PBBBBBBBBBBBT sounds. Whirl 11:02 pm ((this is one of the like...... three songs i'd hoped it'd be I TYPED "DONGS" TWICE)) Windchill 11:02 pm (( Good job. )) Whirl 11:02 pm The only one I sort-of know is Hiro. Never made a sound like that, if I remember right. Has killed someone, though. So, clearly, you've got it all backwards. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:02 pm [[Then humans are fortunate. When he was created - and to some extent, now - most of our kind were forced to kill before we emerged.]] Windchill 11:03 pm You're basing this on your encounters with a single human? Whirl 11:04 pm Of course. *finishes the last of his drink in one long go* Windchill 11:04 pm *Gives Whirl the stinkeye. Here, take it.* Okay. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:04 pm @Prowl: (txt): That lesson: slow, painful. However, end result wanted. Then, Zori: safer without carrier. Whirl 11:05 pm *looks to him sidelong; he is JOKING, of course. Not about the killing, but about the theory* *quite suddenly perks up and looks at the screen* *and he will quietly tap his claw to the beat* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:06 pm *Musical reaction recorded and noted for later.* Windchill 11:06 pm *Shakes his head.* FakeProwl 11:07 pm @Soundwave «... Try not to let him pick up too much of his worldview from Whirl. Whirl thinks that anyone who doesn't see the world as fundamentally cruel and all authority figures as inherently evil is unforgivably stupid.» ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm @Prowl: (txt): [][][]Anyone[][][] doubted. Zori liked, protected. Other lessons taught. FakeProwl 11:10 pm @Soundwave «So he's consider Zori FORGIVABLY stupid. He'd still see faith that people are capable of fairness as a notion of which he desperately needs to be disabused.» Whirl 11:11 pm *meanwhile, unaware of the Absolutely Right and True things Prowl is saying, Whirl grapples with his desire to sing this damn song* FakeProwl 11:11 pm @Soundwave «By all means, Zori needs to learn that fairness isn't guaranteed. But Whirl would want to teach him that fairness is impossible.» Whirl 11:11 pm *he loses, but he doesn't belt it out* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:11 pm *Record record* Windchill 11:12 pm *Time for yet more stinkeye.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm (txt): Then Prowl balance: welcome. Advice noted. Greater future caution exercised. Whirl 11:13 pm *as SOON as he notices the stinkeye he looks right back, and when the vocals kick back in, he sings louder* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:13 pm *He's still going to let Zori hang around Whirl some, but he'll pull his deployer away if he dislikes where lessons go.* *SOMEONE in his group has to come out of their early years not a complete and total mess. It might as well be Zori.* Windchill 11:14 pm *Good job, Whirl, you did exactly what he wanted.* Whirl 11:14 pm Good song. Windchill 11:14 pm *SING FOR MEEEE.* Whirl 11:14 pm *THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNED* ((oh god now all i can think of is that elephant shrew video)) Windchill 11:15 pm (( You're scaring me again IDK what that is. )) *He's pretending that he doesn't know this one.* Whirl 11:16 pm *is familiar enough with it, but does not sing it* Whirl 11:20 pm *streetches* All right. See you losers later. *rater than bobbing his head for everyone, Whirl will give his table an elegant and exaggerated bow* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:20 pm *He'll get two salutes from the twins and a nod from Soundwave. Two taps on the back later, Zori adds his own goodbye.* Whirl 11:21 pm *beeps goodbye back at him* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm //Don't run into no hippocopters.// Whirl 11:21 pm That shouldn't be too hard, seein' as I've never seen one. ...or know what that is. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:21 pm *Frenzy just... grins.* //If ya say so! Night.// Whirl 11:22 pm *squints at the twins suspiciously... but he will let it slide* See y'all. Windchill 11:23 pm Goodnight, loser. Whirl 11:23 pm *and he trots off* ((OH SHIT I CAN'T KEAVE NOW)) ((THIS IS MY FAVEOTIE SONG)) ((i've only ever had one ringtone in my whole life, and this song is it)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:24 pm ((:D)) Windchill 11:24 pm (( Omg. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm *Soundwave had thought he'd successfully taken the edge off his energy earlier when he danced before everyone came. Apparently not.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:26 pm *The free feeler and the fingers resting against Prowl are twitching juuuuust a little. Like you do.* //So you ever been anythin' else or it always feetrestin'?// Windchill 11:27 pm *Stretches. He's heard this one, but he prefers the following decade.* FakeProwl 11:27 pm *takes hand* *and taps his fingertips to the music against the back of Soundwave's hand* Windchill 11:28 pm (( What who is that question for. )) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm *??? PLEASANT SURPRISE?* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *... well. inasmuch as it has a back. taps SOMETHING there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm ((that was for windchill)) Windchill 11:29 pm (( OKAY I was over here fighting the cat for dinner and being oblivious. )) I don't understand. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm *Well then. A strange little hand-dance it shall continue to be.* //Y'know. Yer always lettin' Whirl stick his pedes on ya. Ever thought about bein' an armrest or an end table or somethin'? Shake it up, 'n all.// //Or jus' give him one of them lil cushions he can stick his legs on instead.// Windchill 11:32 pm *Blinks.* Not really. I guess he's sat on me enough times for me to qualify as a couch too, part time. Either way, I'm not giving him some cushion. Then he wouldn't put his feet on ME. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm //Pffff. You 'n Astrotrain oughta talk. Boss made him be a table once. Probably give ya tips on expandin' your rapper-tour or somethin'.// Windchill 11:34 pm I was a table already! ...albeit briefly. My joints were acting up. *He doesn't know an Astrotrain, so no comment there.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm //So was his. You sure you ain't him in disguise?// Windchill 11:36 pm I dunno, does he make fart noises? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm //Probably.// Windchill 11:37 pm That's not conclusive evidence. *He's NOT singing along to this one. Whirl isn't here.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm //Yeah, well, I ain't never gonna be a judge.// *Rumble pushes Frenzy to one side with his foot. Scoot over, mech, you're taking all his sprawl space.* Windchill 11:39 pm Clearly. Doesn't really matter, it's not like I PLAN on what kind of furniture I'm going to be. Windchill 11:41 pm In all honesty, I think Whirl only started putting his feet on me to try to get on my nerves. Of course, *and here he starts to look unjustly smug about it* that's not how that works. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:42 pm //Course it ain't. Ya still let him do it.// FakeProwl 11:43 pm *... pings over a link to a song.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:43 pm *Examines link?* Windchill 11:44 pm *Shrugs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:44 pm *Will put this one on after his... humorous choice.* //Some day you gotta do it back.// Windchill 11:45 pm What, put my feet on him? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm //Yeah. Turn the, uh. Tables that you ain't.// FakeProwl 11:45 pm *why would windchill do that? clearly they both enjoy their current dynamic.* Windchill 11:45 pm I already did that. FakeProwl 11:45 pm *there's nothing wrong with being the footrest if that's what you're into* Windchill 11:46 pm *Prowl NO* FakeProwl 11:46 pm *PROWL ISN'T JUDGING YOU TWO* Windchill 11:46 pm Nah, if I want to get any reaction I have to put, like, my mouth on him. FakeProwl 11:46 pm *he's a little leery about the fact that you do it in PUBLIC around people who haven't consented to being involved in your scene—but you two keep it vanilla enough, it's fine.* Windchill 11:47 pm Or my butt, but I haven't tried that one. *There's nothing to consent to if you don't assume it's a kink you perv.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:47 pm *Time to see what this other one is. Stops drumming his fingertips long enough to settle in and listen most attentively.* FakeProwl 11:48 pm *gonna. just. be very cool and casual and still.* Windchill 11:49 pm *Squints. What is this.* FakeProwl 11:49 pm *is it too much? it's probably too much. it's definitely too much.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm *Rumble was gonna tease Windchill about where he puts his mouth being his own business, but he's temporarily detoured to whisper to Frenzy, who's smothering a laugh by biting his own thumb.* Windchill 11:51 pm *Has he made it even worse? Good.* FakeProwl 11:51 pm *ARE THEY LAUGHING AT HIM they're definitely laughing at him. maintain that poker face prowl.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:52 pm *Soundwave takes a moment longer to consider the music.* Windchill 11:52 pm *Ears perk up. He knows this one better.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *And, company be damned, decides that what he wishes to do is nuzzle the bajeezus out of Prowl's shoulder.* FakeProwl 11:54 pm *... was this song deliberately chosen because this is one that prowl considered but discarded for being too sappy* *!!!!!!!! success* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *Frenzy looks like he's about to explode. Rumble punches him in the side to knock his air out so he can't laugh out loud and get them both in trouble.* //Well, all I'm sayin' is, variety's the additive of life. Anyhow, I'm goin' upstairs. My bro ain't feelin' so hot.// *Frenzy confirms this with a loud wheeze* *They make a desperate run for it* Windchill 11:56 pm Don't tell me how to live my life— FakeProwl 11:56 pm *gonna. nuzzle back.* Windchill 11:57 pm *they're gone.* *Shakes his head.* FakeProwl 11:58 pm *... considers sending another. is he willing to escalate the sappiness?* *... no. nope. not that brave. doesn't want to risk messing up on his one success.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm *This earns a low and quiet hum. Windchill is probably going to want to flee if he doesn't want to drown in a bath of purple light.* Yesterday Windchill 11:59 pm *He's gonna stick out this one song, sorry. He really doesn't care, but he does have to go home eventually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:00 am *Fair. Soundwave can hardly fault someone for liking music.* Windchill 12:02 am *Stretches.* I'm out. You guys have fun. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:03 am [[Farewell.]] FakeProwl 12:04 am *vague sound* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am ((i'm all in a mood for mushy songs now lmfao)) Windchill 12:05 am Goodnight, suckers. *Gets up, and shuffles for the door just in time for the music to change.* *Shuffles slower, just to be annoying, but makes it to the exit eventually.* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:05 am *Rumble snickers from partway up the stairs, having peeked down, but realizes he'll be caught and darts back up* FakeProwl 12:07 am *everyone in this building already knows about their relationship, Prowl's concerns about being watched are pretty low right now* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:07 am @Prowl: (txt): Soundwave, curious: Harmonex ritual attempted, recent offering matched, other? FakeProwl 12:08 am ... That's a Harmonex ritual? The, uh, second one. ......... I didn't accidentally do something inappropriate by Harmonexian standards, did I? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Places hand on leg, gently shakes his helm no* FakeProwl 12:10 am Good. ((.... the clip to this video is fcukin transformers fff)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am ((i'm laughing)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:13 am (txt): Negative, negative. Wrong not done - similar; incomplete. Own Petrex, ritualization: heavy. Initial thought: That, shared, idea source. Curiosity only. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:14 am (txt): Returned demonstration enjoyed. Alarm cause: none. FakeProwl 12:14 am I'm afraid I'm woefully ignorant about Petrexian courting strategies. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:16 am *Another hum, longer this time.* (txt): Unimportant. All experienced: superior. FakeProwl 12:20 am Hmm. Good. FakeProwl 12:21 am ((............ why this)) ((REALLY FITS THE MOOD)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:22 am ((I just needed to shake myself out of the Romance Song section before I ran through all of them lmfao)) ((unless you are okay with that but i was not sure)) FakeProwl 12:23 am ((tbh i should be leaving soon)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:23 am ((then a musical shakeout it has been)) ItsyBitsySpyers 12:26 am (txt): Work return necessary soon. Prowl rest needed. Flight past apartment expected... *Delivers a time.* After departure ping. If Constructicon call avoidance wanted. *Or another quick sighting before he disappeared into the land of camera assembly again. Whichever.* FakeProwl 12:27 am I'll make sure Mixmaster is distracted at that time. *and Prowl will definitely be on the balcony* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:30 am *Nods, gives Prowl's side another nudge with his helm, and sits up.* (txt): Noted. *He'll be sure to skim by in air-rustling distance.* FakeProwl 12:30 am *leans over to nudge back* Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:31 am *Lil glow.* (txt): Goodnight. FakeProwl 12:32 am *disappears* ItsyBitsySpyers 12:33 am *Soundwave picks up Zori, who fell asleep, and carries him upstairs to deposit him in his room with Chimera. He'll talk more to his deployer about tonight's movie when Zori's awake and comes by the other Cybertron.* *And then he's gone.*

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