#jet musing

[mscaseys]

Can you elaborate on your thoughts about the mark/gemma/hellyna love triangle?

i think everyone knows i prefer markgemma and it's not really because of any moral stance i have wrt innies' rights or anything, their story and writing is just the most compelling to me in the entire show and they evoke the most emotional response out of me when i'm watching. i also love gemma so much like an inexplainable amount and while i was already rooting for them before, 2x07 really solidified them as one of my favorite fictional romances.

that being said, i think where i'm mostly annoyed at the love triangle is how the writers have equated markhelly's romance to innies' autonomy and rights, so if one does not 'ship' them then it opens up floodgates for people to be like 'oh so you hate the innies?'... which is really reductive imo. and while i'm not necessarily saying that using romance as a conduit for one's autonomy is a weak writing choice, it would be more effective if they didn't complicate things further by making imark complicit in creating 25 gemma innies and also recontextualising omark severing as him being a victim of lumon who faked his wife's death and sold him a quick fix. i think the show's unwillingness for there to be a clear antagonist makes it interesting, but also generates a lot of odd takes because people simply need someone to blame.

i also think the writing is really clunky in the finale, where imark is fighting for innies' rights, but then in the same episode he makes ms casey walk through the door into non-existence without explaining anything to her. and i'm sorry but the argument that ms casey's life is somehow 'less' than imark's because of how little she's lived doesn't work in a show about how the innies deserve to live just like the outies no matter the length of their life experiences. imark treats ms casey the exact same way omark treats him, and not only that but he also created 25 separate innies for gemma just like how omark created imark. and if you think that imark had no choice but to make ms casey leave because staying would mean gemma's death, i can make the exact argument for imark choosing to stay in lumon (drummond willing to kill him in the very same episode, cobel saying how it is very much his last day at lumon).

no matter how you spin it, imark is to ms casey what omark is to imark, so i find it ridiculous whenever i see people say that shipping markgemma means you don't support innies rights, or that omark doesn't deserve to be reunited with gemma because he was mean to imark. it's my main frustration with the love triangle discourse because it's always brought up as some kind of moral stance for why shipping markgemma is bad. i could go more in depth about my reasoning for liking mark and gemma but that would probably be a 100k word essay because there is sooo much to say, but yeah those are my main thoughts on the love triangle of it all.

[riawren]

hi everyone i would love your opinions pls!!!!

i'm working on a little medieval manuscript inspired jet lag kind of triptych situation and there's a bit of awkward extra space in the margin. the ref picture for sam comes from south korea, but i haven't decided what pictures of ben and adam to use yet

[arviyya]

a little snip snip of a fic I've been working on hehe

Goosebumps rise on Regulus' skin as a breeze ruffles his curtains. They billow in the moon's shadow that casts across the floor of his room. It's cold. That's his only thought as he stirs, his eyes half open.

The sound of a quiet knock on his door draws his attention and he half rolls over to look as it creaks open.

"Reg?"

James? he only asks in his mind.

Regulus' heart makes a wild and fruitless attempt to escape his ribcage.

"Are you awake?" James asks.

"Yeah."

"Couldn't sleep."

"Me either." Regulus bites his lip, too sleepy to consider any other option. "C'mere."

NSFW warning minors dni

James does. The floor creaks as he crosses the room and a the weight of a single knee on Regulus' mattress brings him rolling all the way over to face James.

The moonlight illuminates his silloutte and Regulus can see his eyes now. Even in the low light they're beautiful. Muted, and still stunning.

Regulus says it again, "C'mere."

His own body heats at the proximity, his heart kicking up its attempts to abandon him. He reaches out with one lazy hand that James takes. His fingers lace between Regulus', an answer without speaking.

Their gazes lock on each other's. James leans down. His brows press together ever so slightly, and his eyes search Regulus', an earnest haste as they flick back and forth. Once. Five times. Ten.

Regulus' breath is bated, stolen. He waits, until finally, James leans in and presses their foreheads together. Their noses bump. Their eyes a tether.

James' jaw is shut tight to resist, Regulus' mouth parts, ready to accept him when he's ready. Both linger in the balance, breaths quickening, heating the air between them.

The cold that filled his room is gone. Sweat gathers in the crevices of Regulus' body as the gears wind and churn, tightening and pulling and teasing.

The moment extends, stretching with pressure at both ends, wound tight like Regulus' will power. It's sure to snap with a force that could shatter bones.

Regulus waits, his lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

Then James moves - sudden, desperate, kissing him like he'll run out of time.

It's gentle at first, a quiet repression, a leash he's gripping with every muscle in his body. A grip that loosens with with every passing second.

The moment he snaps is visceral. One second James is quiet and restrained, the next he's like a man starved.

Moans spill into each other's mouth, oxygen exchanged with spit and saliva and need and want. Regulus' mind devoid of all thoight. Everything is James.

Every touch. Every desire. Every nerve. It's all James, and it's all on fire; burning him from the inside out.

The kiss feels like his bike when he speeds, or the boat when it tilts nearly horizontal; or the heat when he paints in a fever.

James is all hands on now. Beneath Regulus' shirt, gripping his waist, threading through his curls. Every touch is a vice, an attempt to tether themselves to earth so they don't go flying wildly into the stars.

The bed sinks beneath them as James presses Regulus into the mattress, a knee slotting between his thighs. A gasp slips into their kiss as Regulus' hips buck at the friction. Every move as violent as the sea.

He's seconds from tearing his clothes off and begging for more when a cold breeze washes over him again and makes him shiver. Not even the warmth of James' hands are enough to stave it away.

Regulus blinks his eyes open.

The twisted blankets tangled in writhing bodies are flat against Regulus; undisturbed. Every bit of kinetic energy in the room, gone. The door shut.

Regulus is alone, with only his raging hard on for company.

A ghost of James' touch still lingers on his skin.

Regulus shuts his eyes. He begs for the dream to return but it doesn't. So he does his best to remember instead.

He only wants a taste.

Who is he fucking kidding? He wants to revel in it. To dance in it's glory. To mash it between his teeth and savor every bite.

His own hand snakes beneath the blankets. He starts at his own jaw, tracing it's edge where he imagines James would have kissed him. He follows the contours of his body down his neck and over his collarbone. He lingers there, just like James probably would. Just like Regulus would want him to. With a bit more force in his skin, he leaves red lines down the rest of his chest, stopping to trace over a nipple. He makes his way to the hair that peaks over his pants and twirls his fingers in it before following it all the way home. His hips buck slightly as he teases himself, circling the base of his cock with his fingers. His eyes are shut tight as he summons back every detail of that dream.

A restrained gasp spills from his throat as he finally wraps his hand around himself at the thought of James'.

Regulus is far too tired to care about the implications of any of this. All he knows is that in a few minutes time he'll be choking on an orgasm that sounds alot like James' name.

There'll be time for gay panic and hours of mental gymnastics to convince himself it was a meaningless dream later.

For now... he shoves his other arm between his teeth to stifle the sinful moans that fill the silence of his empty and cold room.

[nerdcrawfish]

wheezing loudly

yesss i need more perfectionist controlling pharma being a little bitch abt the TINIEST of values. y'all get me y'all GET me.

LIKE him complaining about MILIMETERES of all things iS SO FUNNY BECAUSE HOW BIG THEY ARE.

Like that's us getting pissed about A Cell. Oh you're off by a cell in placement. How fucking shitty. You're a disgrace to yourself, medicine, your school, the patient and WORST OF ALL ME.

and like the worst part is that pharma CAN not only measure that fucking small...

But also can make such precise minute fucking adjustments that small. So he's THE. WORST. A BITCH AND ONE WHO CAN BACK IT UP.

BUT, what's stupid as hell is that HE KNOWS deep down that it's fucking negligible. Like oh so what if that weld is not perfectly aligned symmetrically and is the tiniest line between conjunction and neatness? It still works. What if it protrudes a bit? It's okay though because even IF it's large enough to mess with transformation--the patient IS NOT transforming in the next week or so. By the time THEY WILL be discharged, the weld will no longer be there. It's unimportant and not worth the effort, time and energy to always make clean neat weld lines.

But NO. THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH. Clean welds ALWAYS. NO margins of errors! NEVER. THEY CANNOT EXIST because PERFECTION FROM THE GET GO removes the NEED for them!!!

Pharma cannot stand mediocrity. It's a little ocpd and A LOT of needing to prove he's the best because he is.

And throw some functionalism in there that he got shit prewar and at the start for being a jet going to medical school?? (Because that shit blends and is slow to leave academia. And you know academia was a vehicle of functionalism--taken over, corrupted and used like a tool...) BUT, adding an outside driver pushing further on his own need to be the best in medical school?? Honestly... I think that’s peak. Because it's him. He's pushy and has shit self worth and has clearly ocpd. But that could be manageable given any other environment, but we're talking about medical school and the field here. So it would be worse via stress. Because it gets left untreated.

Because it was always there, his perfectionism, but it was helped along. Became an obsession, a constant state of need. Of processing. He views the world as an active fight against mediocrity. And he's the perfect warrior that will overcome it. It cloys his entire existence.

He needs to. Because otherwise they'd be right. They'd be right he doesn’t belong. They'd be right, all of them, the voices--inside and out--that he's... That he's mediocre. Not worthy. Not as good as he think he is.

And was he Ratchet's friend because he needed to surround himself with the best, to PROVE to others he's also the best? Did he attach himself to Ratchet because he wanted to emulate Ratchet so badly and wanted to be near him constantly to do so? And did they end up genuinely being friends from the get go or as the result of sticking around and learning about each other? (Or did Pharma manufacture it all? Their closeness? Maybe not all, but a little...) It is the messy combinations of all the above that life is often?

Did he become enamored with this cocky ass ambulance who winks his way knowingly when they're the top students yet again with matching 100s on the latest exam? The exam of SEVERAL that the professors stated NO ONE gets 100% on and stared straight at Pharma smugly in the class as that was announced? Because surely, this time Pharma WILL slip. He WILL prove he's as mediocre as the rest of the students--but it never happens. And Ratchet, irritatingly, is right there with him. Did it orginally piss Pharma off--he was supposed to SHINE to STAND OUT and here he is sharing the spotlight? Much less with the ambulance who shows up drunk to class and still manages to answer all the pointed questions correctly with a drunken slur and irritatingly precise, controlled wave of his servos? It had to have pissed him off. This drunk party ambulance is his equal. That can't fucking be right.

Did they both start out as being eachothers rivals in medical school where they constantly had to out do the other? Taking on more ridiculous cases with self put on restraints to show off so ridiculously? Doing spark bypasses with one servo. Three way fuel pump transplant (one which Pharma will FINALLY up thousands of years later at Delphi with his 4 way AND being a donor. TAKE THAT RATCHET.

(now i wonder is it a specific one that is 4 way or is it a weird swap meet thing going on... hm. too tired to care.)

How about them both going further into the material and bringing up experimentals and cases gone wrong to prove they're the best? To out do each other on being insufferable know-it-alls in class to the delight and horror of some professors (and all horror to the other students)... To prove in one swoop they're not only the best in class, but ready to go beyond the class. They're not only 100%, they're 110% the best. Everyone else is fucking up charts and here they are finding procedural errors in surgeries gone wrong--all on their own--and being right.

And how about the fact Pharma is the best with Ratchet? They've always been the best together. Even when Ratchet flitted off and did his side hobby that was the dead end clinic, they'd still be working together at their main hospital. Because they're... Something. They're something.

They always were something.

Until then they weren't.

While Ratchet was on earth playing doctor with the prime all by himself, Pharma was stuck on a backwater planet all alone with a sea of idiots and medical crisises every other day... But never anything like taking care of the Prime. No, just doing feats of medical genius for some miners and never getting recognized for it. It’s never a note on anyone's mind anymore. It's not a source of contention, not a show off pagent, he does the work and it's just everyday.

And it hurts, not that he'll admit it, all of it. The whole situation goes from hurt and confusion and being untethered to growing sourly into bitterness and that anger of being left like that. Like he meant nothing to him.

And he's stuck on a far away planet that means nothing too. He means nothing to the Autobots too huh? Is he just an accessory for Ratchet then? Something so easy to pick up and leave? Was Pharma just a fucking idiot this entire time-not realizing what their relationship really was? That Pharma needed Ratchet. It was never the other way around. He just let his stupid feelings and need for friendship, his stupid need for those optics he admired so much beyond their calculations and wit--how he started to admire they way they wrinkle in amusement and knowing when they look his way, but it wasn't like that for Ratchet. Never was. Remember? He was supposed to be a vehicle of Pharma's excellence--of proving he was the best.

And maybe--no clearly, Pharma miscalculated. Didn't realize how it ended up that they weren't together the best. No, Pharma was just a hanger-on this entire time. Only recognized when with Ratchet. And when he left? He became the nothing (of value, worth, person, existence) that he always was before. The things that everyone so desperately wanted him to be in medical school and under functionalism.

A footnote.

He just wasn't supposed to be Ratchet's footnote.

But here they are.

anyways... pharma's a hot mess and i wuv him and his hot mess aft,,, god jets and their hang ups amiright, (<--- trying to ignore the psychic damage they did to themselves)

also throw in stress from tarn and being alone to deal with it. and then ALSO the fact that fucking ratchet brings DEADLOCK along as his plus 1 (plus pipes) and they're so...

They remind him of how Ratchet was when they were younger, but also? Not. Somehow not at all.

Ratchet looks at Deadlock in a way that Pharma--for all the years they were together--can tell was what Pharma was always waiting for. That look right there.

And he's got it. He finally gets to see it. But it's at another mech. And a fucking decepticon of all things.

:^] 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[aquilacalvitium]

"Theme music" this, "montage song" that

What song plays during the credits for a movie to your oc's life?

[glimoon]

im a big believer in making glimmer’s life even worse

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Linda with the McCartneys' pony Jet crossing Abbey Road - late 70's🌼🌵🌼

Via @lindalouiseeastmanmccartney on Instagram🌵

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober 2024 Day 4: Virus

Thanks to @bebopcrew for the prompt list! A short one for today :)

Spike-person and Faye-Faye were out chasing a bounty on the Swordfish and the Red Tail, but they weren’t doing so hot. The two guys they were trying to track down had somehow turned the tables and were now hot on their tails, firing missiles left and right. Spike and Faye’s ships were taking it okay for now, but a couple of more good shots by the criminals and they’d be falling down, down, down….

Good thing Ed was there to save the day!

Because little did those bounty heads know that she and Jet had a secret weapon: a computer virus she’d written. It had worked once before, on those mean old pirates, and unlike then, she could send this virus wirelessly, over the net. Besides, these criminals weren’t pirates; they hadn’t even tried to hack their ship or steal all their data first. They probably didn’t have any antivirus software. In fact, for all Ed knew, they didn’t know their ships could be infected at all!

She could see Jet’s brow all scrunched up in worry as he watched Spike, Faye, and the criminals chasing them out the Bebop’s big window, and occasionally glanced back at her. She giggled as her fingers flew over her keyboard, adding some finishing touches to her masterpiece of a program. Silly Jet. He didn’t have to worry. Never fear, Ed was here!

With a flourish, she gestured to Ein, floating next to her. She’d let him do the honors. Obligingly, Ein pressed his nose down on her computer’s Enter key and barked.

Now she drifted over to the window and watched, too, as the ships tailing Spike and Faye started to veer and spin crazily out of control. They almost looked pretty, like a bird or a butterfly in zero gravity. “Wheeeee!” Ed said, following their path with her finger on the window hoping Jet wouldn’t notice and reprimand her for smudging it.

And then the bounty heads were the ones falling down, down, down, while the Swordfish and the Red Tail zoomed safely away, then turned back to follow them down into the planet’s atmosphere—Spike and Faye had the upper hand again.

The virus had worked!

Ed had known it would, but it still delighted her. She spun and twirled around in zero gravity, laughing and squealing, feeling all filled up with her shiny, sparkly triumph.

Jet’s brow wasn’t all wrinkly anymore, either. “You’re a lifesaver, Ed,” he said, casting a grateful smile her way.

Was she? Maybe she was. She was a lifesaver. She had kept Spike and Faye from spiraling down into Certain Oblivion. Thanks to her, they’d catch the bounty and earn lots and lots of Woolongs to buy yummy treats and souvenirs, and keep the crew happy, fed, and not grumpy.

And without her, they’d be totally doomed. She’d been the one to save them.

She sure was lucky!

[purinfelix]

I adore the fact that, I believe, you adore joao felix just as much as I adore him

AWW of course i adore him !!! even that might be an understatement … i think i forget it sometimes but i rlly do write for him sm 😭😭😭

[riawren]

life if i had a speck of artistic talent>>

[georgiapeach30513]

I’ll admit I’m not a fan of this drunk girl wandering down the streets of New York look, but it’s fine. It’s one day and you can win them all. Miu Miu love her, I guess that’s what counts.

[cuteteacakes]

{🧵} - Tumblr did a thing again where I got notes for an old post and now Jet is feeling a certain way and can't concentrate on his plushie repairs.....

[graycism]

disabled jet 😤😤😤 if he dont got some form of multiple amputees i dont want him (thanks @zai-doodles this is your doing he was rotated too much and now hes gone he zoomed off with the sonic schooom noise)

[borndie]

i feel like this is common knowledge but i’m saying it anyway: riff does not own an apartment. he’s never owned an apartment in his life and he’s not about to start now. he lived with the wyzeks until he was fourteen and then he just. left and started living on the streets. he crashes in abandoned apartments that are somewhat intact (if it’s got at least two walls and/or a roof, he’ll sleep there) but he doesn’t have a stable home. sometimes (rarely) he’ll crash in valentina’s basement, but he doesn’t do that unless she forces him to, and he hates sleeping there bc he sees it as charity

[universalzones]

"That hedgehog still owes me a legit race between Clutch cheating to get him taken out and the whole Phantom Rider crap I'm high unsatisfied. If anyone is going to beat him either fairly or unfairly then it's going to be ME."