#and roddy hates it

[breakingdiamondboi]

Thunderclash: Your unending confidence is inspiring to everyone and your spark is a supernova for those fortunate to witness its flare! Rodimus, my dearest Prime, you are my light within this dark universe! Rodimus: ...I don't know if I should be flattered or disgusted.

[peachremix]

fist bump!!

[tobeyiscooliohoolio]

i love using his school pictures as reaction images

[84reedsy]

Love the FMK idea!

Scott Hall, SCSA and Roddy Piper 🤭

This was supposed to be fun and now I'm just in a cyclical existential crisis over here. F*ck: Scott Hall (please god, just invent a time machine, I need to at least ONCE) Marry: Roddy Piper (24/7 kilt access, amiright) Kill: SCSA - (Rattlesnake forgive me😭. But again, if he didn't kill me and my big mouth first)

[cardboardboxfly]

Uhm guys,

Tell me you see it

[decepti-thots]

🔥 on getaway lmao

any analysis of getaway as a character which assumes his primary motivation is his hatred of megatron is one which is starting from a point that cannot produce an accurate picture of his role in the story. that's not to say his hatred of megatron isn't sincere. but the idea that his approach to the mutiny is one which stems from his picking sides on the Megatron Diskhorse TM is one which can't account for a good chunk of the establishing set up work done for his character post-Remain in Light!

it's also just boring anyway. because megatron and getaway aren't foils, and never have any meaningful emotional confrontations with each other. i mean look. of COURSE rodimus is his primary motivation. getaway-rodimus is what the story is interested in. you can tell by the ending to his arc! (my mixed feelings on the conclusion of that plot aside.)

[banannabethchase]

I need to know who on the AEW roster started the mustache phase/competition/bet and I need them to suffer.

One of my "your actions have consequences you are not ready to handle on your own" lectures should do.

[milesworld96]

Oh no they’re silly

[dandalionbold]

How is he so adorably trollish. You stop that

[rodismancave]

🖤 smiles

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes(extremely reluctant) / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible / pain in the ass.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are fucking over each other's life every other day.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them / I can make him worse.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them / making him worse is an art.

[breakingdiamondboi]

Rodimus: At least in this universe, Thunderclash won't be known as the Greatest Autbobot of All Time!! HAHA! Some time later... *meeting some organics* Thunderclash: Hello, my name is- Organic: *GASP* IS THAT THE GREATEST AUTOBOT OF ALL TIME!? THUNDERCLASH?!?! Rodimus: No!! Why is he known in this one too?! Drift: Roddy, get up.

[the-kipsabian]

also yes i wasnt sure at first about ospreay getting a title so soon in aew but also they did this with okada. he won a title in his first match and has defended it... once? twice?? since?

and again, im aware this is cause of the elite evp bullshittery and its supposed to make me upset and mad but idk these title pictures are so dumb and boring and i know they arent supposed to be as highlighted as the top titles but when i dont care about any of this im just ughhhhhhh

[of-nyon]

Ran across my most beloathed nemesis in fic again: Poor Uwu Drift Being So Sad About His Exile By That Mean Old Rodimus, I wish that their conversation had been in the comics proper and not a side-story bonus for the collections because every time it crops up I'm like motherfucker it was your idea

[devilmass]

meta + rodrick's abuse

the morning of the accident felt all wrong. he wakes up and the air is different. it feels charged, fed full of vitriol before anything even happens. he remembers waking up in a heap, he recalls the silence of the big house and somewhere else, the sound of a hammer being used. the reluctance to leave his bed does not go away. even when he's dressed for the day, roddy is cognizant that something is coming; something big, something with teeth and nails and a mouth big enough to swallow him whole. perhaps this reluctance is what catalyzes the incident altogether. he often wonders what his life might be like if he'd just listened better. if he wasn't fixed on fighting his grandfather on everything.

it starts when the morning's bible study doesn't go to plan. he talks back, asks when's dad gonna be done ? because he's nothing if not his daddy's son, he wants to go outside and tend the land alongside him, wants to feel the warmth of his gaze just once before the parishioner's come. his grandfather answer's with a swift slap across his right cheek. it comes when his head turns back to the bible, when his eyes are distracted and he doesn't realize the creaking of the chair is his grandfather standing up. or maybe it starts when rodrick asks him, immediately after, is this how god wants you to treat your only grandson ? red cheeked and red - rimmed eyes from holding back his pain.

all he knows is that the look in his grandfather's eyes are unlike anything he's ever witnessed. a heady mix of hatred and an incurable iciness, one that rodrick will never inherit, pours across the kitchen between them. he thinks he's won. his grandfather leaves the kitchen silently and rodrick watches as he trudges upstairs without a word. rodrick's never come out on top in anything, much less with his grandfather, and the immediate presence of his guilt is proof of that. his stomach turns. he sits at the table for an hour, for two hours, before finally deciding to head upstairs to his bedroom. " rodrick ? " the sound of his grandfather's voice inspires a dread that could not be overstated. his rabbit heart jumps in his chest and rodrick dives under his bed, pushing himself so far in that he clings to the opposite wall, breathing hard, watching the doorway. his grandfather stands there, clad in his best cowboy boots with the metal spurs strapped to them.

sometimes rodrick imagines that nothing happened. when he thinks back on the empty spaces between seeing his grandfather's boots and waking up at the bottom of the stairs with his father standing over his body, several hours later rodrick tries to imagine that his grandfather's ire was not as bad as it might have been. that the broken bones mean little when his life is still intact.

he imagines that his dad intervenes just in time. that he picks him up and carries him to bed and washes the blood from his mouth with a warm cloth, just like he used to do with his drool.

but that's not what happens.

his father doesn't stop it. he only comes in, when the hour is late, and finds him crumpled up in a pile of his own blood; he doesn't stop to pick rodrick up. instead, he goes to the living room where his grandfather sits and asks him why -

why did you do that, daddy ? what did you do ? daddy -

he sounds like the child rodrick never knew him as.

the ambulance is called when his father tries to stand him up. rodrick crumples immediately, whimpering, falling into the same heap he was in before. his bloody mouth pukes up more blood, his smashed in teeth doing little to stop it from spraying everywhere.

when the paramedics come for him, rodrick remembers asking if his dad was going to be mad. in the hospital, with morphine running through his veins, rodrick only remembers bits and pieces: photos being taken of his body, strange lights passing overhead, a needle, two needles, and gauze being packed into his mouth. he remembers his clothes being cut off of him and a soft voice telling him that he's so brave.

in the weeks following the accident, rodrick's tally is given: two broken legs, a fractured shin, a broken humerus and several teeth were removed via surgery because they were incapable of being saved. he had a concussion and a numerous bruising that suggests he was given the belt more than once. his ribs and hips are bruised to all hell and he's given a brace when he walks because it makes walking torture.

social service doesn't allow rodrick visitors for the month their investigation spans, a cautionary consequence for the boy's worrying questions about both grandfather and father. when he is given permission to go home, it's under the assurance that rodrick sr. would never be allowed within 500 feet of rodrick and furthermore, would be hospitalized for the remainder of his life.

social services makes sure that rodrick goes to school. they give him needles that make him feel strange and warm and for the entirety of the following year, rodrick falls into a state of selective mutism. he stops talking, but he doesn't stop praying.

he never stops praying. he never sees his grandfather again.

[rodimissliveblogs]

Oh can I please read it. You don’t even have to lend it to me, we can just sit here while I read it. You can take pictures of the pages for me. I gotta know what kind of shit your mom is looking into.

“Also this might be the book that gets reported on in a magazine called fucking Occulture, so you really can see how this is a last resort for me.”

Buddy I’ll do anything for you and your dog. If we die in the attempt then it will still have been well worth the attempt.

[transingthoseformers]

I've gotta talk about just how... interesting the cyberverse parade simulation was. The Quintessons really sat down (can they sit? Or just hover?) And came up with a parade. Their psychology might've been different than mine as a lot of mecha would actually love a parade but not Deadend lol... but certainly a portion of other mecha. You'd think they'd be a liability, oh the quints should've used different simulations for each individual fulfilling every hope and dream. But no, they were all in the goddamn parade.

Here's my theory. Someone along the line wasn't thinking "everybody likes parades", but rather was thinking about how distracting a parade is. Parades are loud, people are cheering, there's usually a purpose to parades (for the cyberverse parades the purpose is clearly a political victory, while irl the Macy's parade is chock full of ads) there is a bunch of decorations and movement. It's hard to really think during a parade, bringing up the phrase "i can't hear my thoughts" and i am saying this from experience i fucking hate parades. It's less about what everyone likes, and more about what can throw their minds for a literal and metaphorical loop. Plus, think about the EM fields and how they can definitely feel the energy of those excited by the parade, and get a secondhand effect. I'm of the opinion of yes human have EM fields in a way (canon according to science) and that this is why you can get various vibes from someone also immediately (fanon within the fandom of Riot, other people suggesting physical cues and social signals. I don't like this idea as it feels like it singles out autistic people who also have off vibes through simply being) and you can certainly feel it when you attend a pep rally or there's tension in a room or you meet someone that instanly makes you think nope. EM fields are actually super useful and considered an additional sense in science— there's actually a fuck ton of senses that they don't teach you in science class.

My point? Wow is the parade loop so much more psychological warfare than you'd think.