#Techi

[skellymom]

Death is nothing at all...

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I, and you are you,

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort,

Without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

Somewhere very near,

Just around the corner.

All is well.

-Henry Scott Holland

*I happened to find this poem in a box of family photos, birth, and death certificates. It was originally printed in a newspaper next to a photo of "The Wall" of missing persons flyers posted on the wall around Ground Zero (to protect the public from building wreckage) weeks after 9/11.

It was also used at my beloved grandmother's funeral reception.

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[mistiedoesart]

"In life and undead”

Cyberpunk Red player character that ended together but couldn’t consume their relationship in the campaign. So a new life will be given to then through Vampire The Masquerade 5th edition

Morana x Wrench ♥️

[kneipe]

berlin 2024

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[seren-dipitous-art]

Am I pretending Tim is drinking coffee from a horn in vaguely medieval times? Maybe.

Only the tiny spiky child is to come. I am excited.

[fez-pwned]

Something something perfect something something magnum opus GO WATCH IT!

[cr1zz0]

Yes, im a computer major...

How did you know :3?

(but jokes aside, why trans people or gnc people always stereotyped for being techy?)

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[wattpadbxtch]

Stressed for What?

pairing: spy!paige x techy!azzi

Paige had never sat still in her life.

And this was a woman who’d been strapped to a chair for two hours during a fake hostage drill and still managed to dislocate her own shoulder just to stab someone with a pen cap. So stillness? Not in her DNA.

But today, the pacing was different.

Because Azzi was in the field.

Azzi.

Her Azzi. Her engineer. Her tech lead. Her “I prefer low-risk environments and only carry a sidearm to shut you up” girlfriend.

And even though it was a low-tier recon gig—“in and out, no combat, light surveillance”—Paige couldn’t stop spiraling.

“She’s not field-trained like we are,” she muttered, half to herself, half to the unlucky comms tech sitting nearby. “She overthinks. She double-checks her equipment. That’s adorable when she’s fixing my optic scope, not when she’s surrounded by armed targets.”

“Agent Bueckers,” the comms tech tried, gently, “She’s in a secure zone with four escorts and live satellite backup.”

“She didn’t eat enough before she left,” Paige added. “She gets light-headed when she’s stressed. What if she fainted while hacking a terminal?”

“She’s literally standing up straight and typing right now,” the tech replied. “I can see her.”

Paige growled and paced again. “If someone even breathes in her direction wrong—”

Azzi’s voice crackled over comms, calm and casual:

“Extraction complete. Files recovered. Heading to dust-off. ETA: seventeen minutes.”

She sounded like she’d just wrapped up a grocery run.

Paige all but tackled the comms unit.

“Azzi? Are you okay? Are you safe? Did anyone make eye contact with you too aggressively? Blink twice if you’re emotionally disturbed.”

There was a long pause on the other end.

Then Azzi’s voice again, this time flat with amusement:

“I’m literally walking and drinking a juice box.”

Paige blinked. “…They gave you a juice box?”

“Yeah. Grape. Not even expired.”

“Baby,” Paige said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “do you understand that I’ve spent the last hour planning what kind of revenge rampage I’d go on if you so much as scraped your elbow?”

“I didn’t even walk near danger.”

“I had your emergency blood type printed onto my jacket in case I had to extract you myself.”

“Okay, that’s… kind of sweet but also insane.”

Paige sighed and slumped into a chair. “I just—don’t like being the one left behind.”

“You’re cute when you’re feral.”

“Don’t patronize me, I was ready to burn a village.”

When Azzi got back, Paige met her on the tarmac before she could even fully disembark. She looked fine. Perfect, even. Wind in her curls, that smug little half-smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m home,” she said, holding up the juice box in victory.

Paige didn’t say anything. Just walked right up and hugged her like she was afraid Azzi might evaporate if she didn’t hold on tight enough.

Azzi, slightly breathless, hugged her back. “Okay, wow. You were really stressed.”

“You don’t go in the field,” Paige mumbled into her shoulder. “I don’t like this. You’re not the one who gets shot at.”

“I wasn’t even near bullets.”

“I don’t care. I imagined you in like, thirty different hostage situations and one laser trap scenario that involved wolves for some reason.”

Azzi pulled back and kissed her. Soft. Reassuring. “I was fine.”

Paige nodded, but her grip didn’t loosen. “I know. I just love you. And I like loving you alive.”

Azzi smiled. “Then let’s go home, Agent Feral.”

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

'omg mumbo is kinda buff and athletic in real life?? but he's such a nerd!' i hate to say it but this is just a description of every professional cinematographer ever

[whaliiwatching]

list of adults who are great with kids

unfortunately i cant actually make a meme better than the movie

[glitchgh0sty]

asking on anon because i’m scared, but i’m genuinely obsessed with your con!prowl stuff.. do you have like, a definitive static reference of him for fanart purposes.. RAAAAAH

Do not be afraid little anon! Come’ere! 😭🫶

This is the main design I’ll probably be sticking to,, but for real? As long as the eye colors match up feel free to draw inspo from whichever continuity soup you like <333

So,, now’s the time to discuss this techy nonsense Prowler’s hooked himself up to <33

All over his body he’s got attachments that help him transfer over to the “hive mind” of databases and simulative scenarios. They help further immerse him into the soldiers surroundings so he can better quantify what can and can’t work for each specific division,,

Because in each important task unit, there might be one or two special soldiers,, hooked with extra sensors, Prowl can slide into their perspectives and feed their generals data through his live observations [capturing these soldiers has only fed into the ghost stories around Autobot camps 🤫]

ALSO Yes,, he can take these extensions off by himself [albeit not easily], think of it like wearing headphones all day, but like all over [and inside-ish] your body,, so taking them off is just like a pressure release and lets you know how hot you’ve been running [not really nice on his processor so they’ve got him hooked up to coolant almost 24-7]

ALSO ALSO Extra,, the setup he’s got in his lil office has a simulatory area specifically for his wings, [more techy nonsense ✨] but he’s basically able to feel the surroundings of the units better, helping with reaction time,, and no, his wings are not supposed to be extended that far for that long, like ever, so they get cold and sore frequently [like when you hold your fingers apart for too long 👀]

All in all, he’s having a positively lovely time following the rules and fighting for the heroic Decepticon cause,, ^u^7

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