#Entry 23

[hornets-dream-journal]

had a dream that i was setting up pluralkit so that we all keep our pronouns in the pronouns field and still get them to show up in our displaynames. i think i might like actually do that now

[miradanii]

Transformers MTMTE (2012) read

I finished it. I still have more but I finished...I thought I'd have another break but I was already at Issue #50 and 6 hours later I was not as emotional compared to Issue #47 while in the car to Kings Hawaiian but it was close.

I loved it. I have the Lost Light left but I've been switching back and forth from different series. It's been a whirlwind getting into comics like this.

My only gripe is that this series is out of print and I guess I'm going to go on a long search to hunt this series down without it being expensive in the process.

More thoughts below. And spoilers. A lot of them.

I think I liked the series a lot more after Dark Cybertron. Not because of my horrific miss of story beats, but it got funnier??? I dunno I guess I was laughing more. Maybe it's the Cheers reference that sent me.

And apologies to Swerve. Each chapter to a point he had been doing recaps with the same illustration of him. Because said recap and I was reading issues back to back I tended to skip it. Course the author puts one in the middle of the damn comic to show it was a character thing...course he would.

Cyclonus and Tailgate :(((

They love each other so much ♡♡♡

I was okay on Whirl for a while. I think he has a sick design but I think personally for me to get attached to a character out of the 50 or so they have to balance they gotta have that sweet sweet moment that gets you to their side and it's the frienemy relationship he has with Cyclonus. And so fucking smart. Using his Avatar to warn Cyclonus. I wish I had a physical copy of that issue. Most of them actually. Please...these comics need to be reprinted. Lend the rights to let these damn comics to be printed. It's fucking criminal that it isn't.

I understand the flowers now. Wow. I saw them before and the tweet Alex Milne saying Optimus Prime should have the same amount. Imagine the convo between him and Megs about it. Is there? Idk I haven't read Lost Light yet.

The character exploration continues to facinate me. And surprisingly a very fun one for other characters to bounce off of. A cat dad, Rodimus' bbsitter, on the same wavelength of Ultra Magnus. Like its fun. Yeah okay a mass galactic murderer going on a Space cruise is not a punishment. However, we have other characters that point this out throughout the rest of the series. And the biggest however being you can't have a series without Megatron being in it with some capactiy. So what do you do? Chuck him in with the hooligans and see what he does sitcom style. And it's great. It's fun and I loved it. As well as the mental punishments he gets from it, too, due to sitcom hooligans.

I think its a popular moment but I have seen the panels with Megatron talking to Optimus out of context. Before reading the series I genuinely thought this was a Flashback to the past since...ya know it's all casual. I guess I was half right. The comfortability. The pleasure to talk to someone who could have been your friend without the shitty history. It's scenes like this that make the series so great. The ability to make genuine moments like these in a story.

The last interaction with Megatron I really like is Rachet. Rachet knowing Megatron is a paranoid freak yet can still talk to him? It's a fun dynamic.

I want to name my future pet "Ravage"

And...Ravage :((( thank you for the cool moment of flying s space ship with your little metal paws. The pets are not okay in this. I'm assuming this is added to doesthedogdie.com (including all pets I think)???

Oh Rodimus the enabler.

Skids :((((((((

Nickel is queen. Wish I could see more of her.

So it took me until Froid showing up to realize Rung is like Carl Jung. It's embarrassing knowing how many chapters I went in not realizing that.

Hello Red Alert. Also I guess I actually don't like you.

I have more thoughts...but there's too many...I wanna see analysis videos and more posts talking about it but I'm technically still not done with the series. The Cheers episode even called me out for getting spoilers from tumblr. Oops.

[shisasan]

A woman without a touch of mystery, depth, and elegance is like a moonless night, missing the luminous glow that unveils the secrets of the stars.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[exittotheartscape]

This is based on two things: Entry #23, and my very first Marble Combees art.

Used screenshots from the entry in this, including for the text on the third page. Not sure how often I'll do this, experimenting a bit!

[remembertheplunge]

Sky Dances

7/23/1989. Sunday.  11:49pm 

Late. Again a day of seeing.  Pain. Too much of everything. So, I hurt physically, but rejoice emotionally and spiritually. I cried several times today. It was intermittent.  Like passing rain storms for Mike K and for work. I read Mike’s obituary today. First time ever that I read an obituary for someone I knew , other than for my grandfather. I didn’t want to write tonight, yet, here I am .All day, I thought I “I should write”, yet, just couldn’t sit down to do it. Yet, at night, before sleep, I can’t stop myself from doing it nearly every night. A good day of learning anger is ok. And, learning is not punishment.

Monday. July 24, 1989

A day of pivotal change. Lou F. called and said “You are in Hand to Hand wise”  in Modesto. And, just as I hung up the phone (at work 1:20 pm or so) a tape that I had just put in sang out Holly Near’s “Sky Dances”. It played yesterday, too, while I meditated and I almost cried—and, I thought then of Mike K’s death. And, so to have that song filter through just after the touch of the Lou F. phone call…well…it was like Michael was there.

End of entries

Notes: 3/6/2025

Mike. K was a handsome  gay man in his mid 30’s that I met when I lived in Sacramento in 1986-1987. He died of Aids in 1989. 

Holly Near is a pro lbgtq activist singer who’s song “Sky Dances” so moved me in the above entries.

The job I had at  the time was Deputy Public Defender.

I still write in my journal every night before bed.

Actually, Lou F called to tell me that I had been accepted as a volunteer in the Stanislaus County Aid’s Project. I had worked in a similar way as a volunteer fro Hand to Hand in Sacramento in 1986-1987. We volunteers matched with Aids victims to help them through their illness and death.

[claitea]

AAAUGHHH WOULD YOU LOOK AT HIM!!!!! HE'S SO EVERYTHINGGGG

also interesting that specifically klinklang is also shown with the pokemon he's made sync pairs with ingane so far. klinklang alt incoming???

[lapokinanaz]

[tap1rs]

a day into the audiobook and it has definitely grown on me. sad that we haven't returned to the toxic yuri though

[princelancey]

Countdown to 150 | race 59/150 ¦ 2019 Mexican GP

[airenfolio]

Sketchbook pages 41-48

[pnsge]

god i wish discord actually prevented you from seeing messages from people you've blocked

[burbs-are-fake]

You hold onto your words so well that they're practically melting by the time you allow them to emerge

[shisasan]

Perhaps what matters isn’t the form, but the depth of what is expressed. Complexity doesn’t guarantee wisdom, and simplicity doesn’t imply ignorance. What holds weight isn’t how something appears, but the meaning it carries, the impact it leaves behind, the mark it leaves on the soul.

🜍 ⟡ ⟢

[sinileijona]

hrothtober day 31 - dawn

walk forward through the cold dawn always to new horizons

[ljubimaya]

I go eep. Gn ♡

[pokegeek151]

Four Swords Fright Fight - Werewolves

I wrote this at work and didn't edit it. Have fun!

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They found Princess Zelda in the woods ten miles from the castle. Her night dress was torn almost to shreds, and her hair was matted with dirt and sweat. She was dazed and confused, but seemed otherwise safe. She had to cover her eyes from the glare of the morning sun glinting off the soldiers’ armor, and no one could see any broken skin or even bruising. As they escorted her back to the castle, a soldier ended up having to carry her most of the way because her shoes were nowhere to be found.

Once at the castle, she was immediately pulled into a hug the moment her feet touched the ground.

“Thank goodness you’re safe,” Green said. He didn’t take his hands off her, but he did hold her at arm’s length so he could look her over. “The messenger said you weren’t hurt at all, but I have to make sure.”

“I’m fine,” Zelda said. She sounded a bit tired, but nothing unfamiliar from her late night work sessions.

“It’s a miracle that awful thing didn’t hurt you.”

Zelda’s gaze fell, unable to look Green in the eye.

His face darkened. “It didn’t hurt you, right?”

“I’m fine,” she said again.

Green opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by one of the doors behind them slamming open.

Red ran up and pulled into a hug of his own. “Zelda! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Vio followed at a more sedate pace, a pair of her soft slippers in his hands which passed over without a word once Red released her.

“We had to practically tie Green to his chair to stop him from going after you,” Blue said.

“I still think we could have helped with the search,” Green said, rocking back and forth on his toes as he waited for Red to let go so he could hold onto Zelda again.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Zelda said, reaching for Green’s hand. “I’d rather come home to you. It could be hours before all the search parties are back, I’m sure.”

“That’s what I told him,” Vio chimed in.

Blue clapped his hands together. “Now that you’re safe and sound, we can focus on planning the hunt. That beast won’t hurt anyone else.”

“There’s no need for that,” Zelda said.

“You’re not the only one that thing has hurt,” Green said.

“She didn’t hurt me,” she mumbled.

“She?” Vio asked at the same time Green said, “But it could have.”

“But she didn’t. And if you talk to all the other witnesses, they’ll tell you the same. The wolf hasn’t hurt any of Hyrule’s citizens.”

“Zelda-“

“Just…don’t start the hunt yet. There’s plenty of time, isn’t there? The attacks only happen once a month.”

“We should be proactive, not reactive.”

“I will make it an order if I have to,” Zelda said, her voice firmer than she felt. She met Green’s eyes this time. “We are not hunting her.”

“Zelda-”

“I’m going up to my rooms to change and rest. I’ve had a long night, and I will not want to be disturbed.” She held her regal posture for a moment longer, then let herself soften. “We’ll talk more, Green. I promise. All I ask is patience.”

For a heartbeat, Green looked like he might disobey. But he finally settled on a watery smile, and he took her hands delicately in his. “Of course. Get some rest. Would like me to walk you to your room?”

“That would be nice,” she whispered, finally letting the shake enter her voice.