fuckingstupidbracket · 6 months ago
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Battle of the Bees (Battle of Tanga): British Indian Army was attempting to capture German East Africa. First some dude just told the Germans to give up which obviously didn't work and just gave them time to prepare. So then the British go into the city and their troops get broken up and they just kinda fought between some plantations, whatever. Then the real army arrived, BEES. They attacked both the British and the Germans. The British then claimed that the Germans somehow controlled the bees. They also left a bunch of equipment while retreating. So you know they kinda left them with ammunition, guns and apparently the ability to control bees?
The Great Molasses Flood: oh you know. They made a shit tank (poorly constructed), filled it with molasses and then it exploded and the streets of Boston got flooded. Apparently it smelled like molasses for decades afterwards.
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TF One spoilers!
My favorite Starscream shots from the movie!
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Throne. Need I say more?
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This is where he looks like he’s gonna be a good guy but curveballs into declaring that the strong should be leading. As a Starscream redemption fan I’m a little disappointed but ALSO I find it hilarious and on brand
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Starscream being taller than D-16.
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ASKING HIM TO HIT HARDER?? TFO Starscream is peak feral Starscream and I love it. Getting defeated and continuing to egg him on. I’ve noticed a trend that Megatron tends to hold Starscream by the neck when they fight. Especially when it’s serious. With the detail of Megatron being the one to crush Starscream’s throat in this continuity, imagine if that was the case in other continuities. Megs doing the same (probably traumatic) move in order to intimidate him? That’s some delicious angst right there.
Not included: Shockwave trying to intervene, Soundwave going “nah I wanna see who wins”
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Aww. He’s just a little guy and it’s his birthday. He’s a little birthday boy. Don’t hurt him.
Kinda wish he was more of a threat, but I also love his energy here so I can’t complain. Picks a fight he can’t win, escalates when he’s losing, gets defeated. Go girl give us nothing
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I found the detail that it was Megs crushing his throat that gave him the signature squeaky voice both funny and sad. Love how his first instinct is to threaten violence here. Disrespectfully disagree with how quickly he stopped talking after Sentimeter turned away though. Starscream would NEVER shut up when someone makes fun of him. He’d yap so hard. The essence of Starscream is stubborn refusal.
Hell, he’d bite Sentinel’s hand right that instant.
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I enjoy this scene because it looks like they’re just chill now, like he’s with Elita and Bee. Especially since every time I look at it I think Bee’s arm is Starscream’s. Wanna draw that.
First language reveal ewwwww
That’s all folks! I’ll post my other screenshots later perhaps
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angelsdean · 7 months ago
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i love angel lore
this actually lines up well with what cas's canonical interest in bees represents at that point. bees being another order of angel, cas admiring them for their structure, their hierarchies, their closeness to god, and everyone with a job to do, during a time where cas feels like his every choice and action has led to disaster. he's desperate to be back "in the fold," to have a job and do it well. and bedlund saying here that angels are also the "closest to his missing God" also supports the idea that bees = a longing for heaven and order. honey!cas is cas at his lowest and most "helpless." he feels defeated, he wants things to be simple and easy again. this cas is perhaps looking for the guidance of that "missing God." he's searched desperately for god before, when he believed god had all the answers and would help them. following the bees, admiring them, wishing to be like them, ties into those themes of feeling helpless and looking for structure and purpose again, the kind of structure and purpose he found in heaven for millions of years. but observing the bees also twines with cas's love and admiration of earth and god's creations. it's a very cas way of longing for the familiarity of heaven. instead of just being like, "ah yes i miss heaven and it's structures" he goes and admires bees for those same attributes. (also imagine cas, in this broken defeated state, telling the bees of all his faults and trauma and regrets. the bees as angels being tuned into angel radio, receiving and relaying cas's confessions) anyway, bedlund saying bees are possibly another order of angels just !!! slams home the idea that cas is looking toward heaven at this time. and again that his interest in bees, while seemingly cute and wholesome on the surface, runs much deeper in ways that are often glossed over or not represented in fandom
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thewulf · 1 year ago
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May I Kiss You? || Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Summary: Request - But a story where it’s Jake x reader and she’s in the dagger squad and her and Nat are like “one of the guys” and reader hates it cause she likes Jake (Jake likes her too) but she thinks he sees her as manly and everything... Read Rest Here
A/N: Ahhhh this was so much fun to write. I love a sweet af Jake. A good hurt/comfort if you will!
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N
Word Count: 3.0k +
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“Nat, this is too much.” You checked yourself out in the floor-length mirror feeling terribly self-conscious in the skintight gold lacy mini dress she’d picked out for you. You’d never been one to show off and this dress was showing off everything, not much was left to the imagination. You felt like your boobs were spilling out and the cutouts left little to guess about.
She shook her head, “No it’s not! You look hot as fuck Bee.” She grinned checking you out without shame, “Besides, it’s just for a couple drinks then we’re going to the show. It’s not like we’re dressing up for the guys.” You’d earned your callsign, Bee, after not shutting the fuck up about bumblebees and why we needed to save them. Needless to say, you’d gotten the guys to plant wildflowers everywhere they could and trees where they shouldn’t. What could you say? You were convincing.
“No, you look hot.” You pointed to her even tighter red dress that looked rocking on her olive skin. Not much would look bad on Nat though, she could rock pretty much anything you were convinced, “I look so fucking out of place.” You sighed in defeat.
“Shut up Y/N. Seriously, you look really good. Jake won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.” She grinned knowing how to push your buttons perfectly.
“He will not. He doesn’t notice me at all.” You frowned, “I’m just one of the guys to him.” You wished it didn’t affect you so deeply but here you stood. Sad and upset.
She laughed, laughed of all things, “You really have no idea do you?” She quirked her eyebrow up in the most Natasha way possible. Basically, calling you a dumbass right to your face without outright saying it.
“Don’t put these thoughts into my head Nat!” You groaned careful not to smear the makeup you’d just spent far too much applying.
She punched your shoulder lightly, “Come on Bee. Think about it. He goes out of his way to sit next to you in class. He basically demands you be his wizzo. Jake Seresin has never had a wizzo before. He rushes to sit next to you at lunch… honey he likes you. Maybe even loves you.” She smirked knowing that’d truly get through to you.
You pursed your lips thinking it through, “So?”
She laughed, “Stop deflecting. He doesn’t act that way with me. Or Halo. He’s simply obsessed with you darling. He’s going to lose it when he sees you in that number tonight.”
You groaned again, another fresh set of butterflies erupted in your stomach, “Don’t remind me.”
“Why not?” She turned towards you.
“He’s literally never seen me in anything other than a military issued uniform Nat. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?” You were letting your nerves get the better of you. You knew you were being irrational.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes right in your face, “Well he’d be a fucking idiot then, wouldn’t he?”
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When you walked in you made a beeline straight towards the bar. Not having a damn clue you’d drawn the eyes of the blonde pilot you’d grown to adore in your time back at Top Gun. The two of you just clicked. Two peas in a pod. He made you feel safe. You made him feel comfortable.
He, quite literally, couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Nat noticed. You didn’t. She’d make sure to point that out to you later.
Nat had to pull you away from the bar
Payback whistled when the two of you finally made it over, “Don’t you two look lovely. A little overdressed.” He quipped, digging a little?
Nat roller her eyes, “We’re going to a play after this.
“Would you look what he cat dragged in.” Bradley spoke up setting his drink down and taking a seat across from you, leaving the seat next to you for Jake whenever he wanted to join the group. Little did you know he was stalling because you quite literally took his breath away. He didn’t know how to not look like a dumbass in front of you.
“How nice Roos.” You rolled your eyes feeling yourself ease at the boys casual banter with the two of you. They weren’t making your feel great but not like shit either. Classic men.
He sighed, “You both look pretty. It’s just weird. We’re not used to seeing you guys look like women.”
You smiled, “I said the same thing!”
Nat groaned, “Please don’t encourage her boys.”
Jake then joined sliding in next to you giving you a soft smile before turning his attention towards Rooster across from you. He was trying his damnedest to not start right at you. You smelled beyond incredible it took all his damn willpower not to scoop you right on up for himself, simply irresistible.
The conversation flowed before Nat tapped her watch letting you know it was nearly time to go. You nodded in understanding trying to hurry up and finish your drink.
“Bagman you’ve been awfully quite.” Nat smirked trying to draw something out of the lovestruck man knowing it was her last chance for the night.
But the words that came out surprised even his fellow pilots who made light-hearted jokes, “Mama always said if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.” Bob’s wide eyes said it all for the men in the group. That was just mean and so wholeheartedly untrue.
Your heart dropped immediately, was that how he really felt? You didn’t think you were ugly but damn did that comment dig deep. The rest of the group must’ve felt the tension growing between the two of you as they scattered instead of hyping the conversation up.
Nodding your head, you set your glass down on the nearest table, “I think we were ready to go, right Nat? Don’t want to get there late, they might not let us into the play.” Laughing nervously, you gave your friend the wide eyes indicating you needed to get the hell out of that bar, now.
“Yeah, you’re right Bee. We gotta get going.” She set her glass down too, “Later boys.” The two of you waved as you walked out right on out of the bar without a second glance and to her car.
When you got inside the safety of her vehicle you sighed pressing yourself back into your seat wishing it would just eat you alive, “That was mortifying Nat.”
She hummed in agreement, “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Let me talk to him okay?”
But your groan indicated you did not really agree with her, no, “Nat, just leave it alone. He clearly doesn’t have feelings. He wouldn’t have been so fucking brutal tonight if he did.”
She shook her head while navigating through traffic, “He was just trying to look cool in front of his buddies. You know how men are. Irrational.” She tried leveling with you. You knew the argument was moot anyway, neither of you would give in. Never.
You sighed, “Whatever you say Nat.”
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A knock on your front door woke you from the light sleep you’d fallen into while watching football on a lazy Sunday afternoon. You tried ignoring it, but the person kept knocking. Definitely not a delivery driver.
Pulling yourself up from the couch you swung open the door surprised to see the blonde pilot on the other side of the entryway. Your heart starting racing and your mouth suddenly felt very dry.
“Jake, what are you doing here?” Your wide eyes and defensive stance let him know how badly he’d fucked up. All that time he’d spent with you seemed to be flushed down the drain at a stupid half-brained comment he didn’t even really mean.
“I’m here to apologize.” He stepped forward.
“Oh.” You were a little confused. He’d seemed so adamant about he felt not moments ago.
You looked like a deer struck by headlights. Jake nudged your side trying to draw you out of your head, “Can I?” He asked.
“Do what?”
He frowned, “Apologize?” Did Nat put him up to this? Was it some sort of stupid, sick joke?
You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. It felt awkward. So, unlike any other time you’d been with him. This felt forced. Uncomfortable.
“I’m so sorry. I did not mean what I said. You have to believe me Bee. Please.” He went to grab your hand and you let him, he seemed sincere, “I got caught up in the moment. The guys were teasing me before you two got there looking as good as you did. And Jesus, did you look good Y/N. I just wanted them off my back and I took it out on you. And that isn’t right.” He grabbed your chin with his other hand seeing your eyes well up with a fresh set of tears that threatened to spill over.
“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry beautiful. Please. You have to know how highly I think of you. You’re everything and more love. Smarter than any woman or man I’ve met. Quicker than any pilot in the air. Prettier than any girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re it Y/N.” He whispered. That was all it took to in cry even though he asked you not to. This was the Jake you were used to. The Jake back at the bar was more like Hangman, an utter fucking dick. This was Jake. Your favorite sweet boy Jake. The one you’d fallen madly in love with over the years.
See you and Jake met at your first go around at Top Gun years prior. Jake had always had a soft spot for you. Especially after you waxed his ass so flawlessly in the air. It took him months to find a way to beat you. When he did you have him a high five. The competitiveness didn’t matter, your colleague was getting better. That meant better for everybody in the field.
But you were never available. Whether it was your long-term shithead of a boyfriend from college or some random fling the timing just never worked out. Then you were shipped off to the other side of the country and you lost touch.
Jake about lost his mind when he spotted you sitting next to Natasha the night before the first day at the Hard Deck. Rubbed his eyes and all, you just didn’t seem real. When he went up to talk to you he was quite frankly shocked to find you without a rock on your finger. You were a fucking catch, why weren’t you taken? It really confused him when he learned you were single. He was ashamed of the male population. But it meant one thing. Jake could focus on you and only you now. He didn’t need to fuck around with these meaningless one-night stands. He could find meaning with you.
When he wrapped his arms around you it just felt right. Even if you were upset with him you couldn’t help but to melt right into his loving embrace. You just felt so whole. So protected and secure. Like he’d never even let a bad thought cross your mind. But it was never suffocating. It was just right. Everything you needed when you asked. Jake was special and you knew it. You’d never let one little slip up crack the foundation the two of you had so delicately been pouring for the last few years.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled when you pulled away from his chest.
Jake frowned deeply. Using both his hands his pushed your wild hair away from your face, “What are you apologizing for sweetheart?”
You let out a breath trying to regain your normality, “Crying. Messing up your shirt.”
“You have to know I don’t give a damn about that Y/N. Are you okay?” He placed his palm on your cheek wrapping his fingers around your head gently. You nuzzled into him out of habit.
Closing your eyes you nodded towards him, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just glad you’re here.” You admitted softly.
Using his other hand, he pulled you back into his embrace. He brought your head into his chest, “I’m so sorry lovie. You looked so stunning in that dress. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Payback said I was literally drooling.” He chuckled squeezing you softly.
You were enjoying every second of this sweetness between you and him. You’d learned slowly how he loved, through touch. He needed this as much as you did. As touch adverse as you’d been when you’d met him you’d grown to crave his every touch. Anytime, anywhere you’d let him grab ahold of you. You didn’t care, you wanted it more than anything. It blew your mind how he had changed you so wholly in that regard.
“It’s okay Jake.” You kissed his chest through his clothing. Something so innocent but sent him into a damn frenzy. He’d never had anybody do something quite so… sweet? Intimate? Love on him the way he wanted?
He knew it was officially over for him the moment you did that. Something you’d likely never remember doing but was now officially seared into his brain for forever, not that he was complaining. No, not at all.
“How’d I get so lucky to find somebody like you?”
You shook your head in his embrace, “Shush.”
He smiled knowing how hard it was to give you a damn compliment. Something he was going to work on with you. He knew he needed to do something major to really let you know how he felt, or you’d never believe it. He was tired of waiting. Tired of seeing you slip right through his grasp.
“Can I tell you something?” He asked knowing you’d never expect what was going to come out of his mouth next.
He wasn’t sure if was going to be able to tell you before he melted into a puddle seeing your sweet little doe eyes looking up at him, waiting, “Anything Jake. You know that.”
He tightened his hold around your waist before letting it all out, “You really are the most beautiful woman I know Y/N, inside and out. Fucking stunning. And you… you are so easy to love.” He smiled seeing your gaze on him, soaking in every single word, “What I’m trying to say is, I love you.” His thumb rubbed the skin where your shirt rode up sending shivers throughout your body.
“You what?” Your eyes widened as big as saucers as your voice raised an octave or two, certainly not expecting that confession.
“I love you.” He smiled, the words spilling out of his mouth much more freely than before. It felt fucking freeing to him to admit that to you.
Your eyes darted around his face before landing on his green ones. His beautiful green eyes, “You do?”
His smile could’ve melted you as equally as you seemed to be able to melt him, “I do. Very much so.” You not immediately darting away was a good sign. He could tell it was just taking you some time to process what the hell he’d just dropped into your lap.
“Oh, wow.” Biting your lip, you really tried of something better to say but that’s all that came to your mind.
He continued grinning seeing your brain short circuiting. You were rather expressive with your features, and he could see the confusion rise and fall. Adorable as ever. One of the many reasons he loved you so deeply, “Have I not made it obvious?” He asked, his smirk would’ve knocked you out had you not been clinging to him.
“I…” You paused realizing he had made it rather obvious. He called you lovie for God’s sake. Nat was right you were just blind to it. Not believing Jake could have actual feelings for you. You too had fought them off for years. You wanted him more than ever when you broke up with the douche bag all those years ago. But Jake was at a different stage in his life, or so you thought. He was bringing home random girls while you wanted a steady partner. It seemed incompatible. Had you actually talked though you would’ve learned he was just distracting himself from you. Two fucking idiots.
“Go on.” Jake urged you on, giving your hip a light squeeze.
You laughed softly letting the blush coat your cheeks for him to see. You didn’t have much to hide anyway, “I guess you have. I just haven’t noticed.” Smiling sheepishly, you added, “I am oblivious, you know that.”
He laughed pulling you fully into him, “You are lovie. You really are.” He kissed the crown of your head relishing in the moment. The pure simplicity of the moment made him feel the best he had in quite a long time.
“Jake?” You asked softly. Were you going to admit it to? Did you love him? That was easy, hell yeah you loved him. You’d loved him for a long time too. He showed you what a man was like. How a boyfriend should treat a girl. How to be loved. It was him. It was always going to be him. Your Jake.
“Yeah sweetheart?” He looked down using his free hand to stroke your hair. He didn’t really give a damn if you were going to say it back. You staying with him, letting him hold you was more than enough. It was all he needed.
But you had different plans. You were going to tell him. Had to tell him, “I love you too.”
His eyebrows rose in clear shock, “You do?” This time he was questioning you like he couldn’t believe those words came out of your mouth. Certainly not prepared for that.
“I do. A whole lot.” You giggled feeling that same weight releasing off your chest.
He grinned hearing those words and that joyous sound, “Well that calls for one thing then.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
He smirked, eyes darkening just a shade, “May I kiss you love?
You nodded quickly before you could back out, “Please.” A sinful look crossed his face before he grabbed your face in his hands so gently it sent another shiver down your spine.
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struniolos · 11 months ago
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wish you were sober! pt. 1
“kinda hope you're followin' me out, but this is definitely not my crowd.”
chris sturniolo x fem! reader.
synopsis: when reader is overwhelmed at a party & finds herself in unlikely company. (no fame au.)
warnings: none!
“i’m just going to do another shot!” one of your friends yells in your ear, trying to overpower the music thudding in the background. two other join her, linked arms, as they make their way to the kitchen. you wonder who’s house this even is, as you hadn’t been invited directly, only dragged along as a plus one.
you are now left with two of your friends, who both look at you with raised brows. the thick summer air only gets worse as you feel like you’re being closed in on.
“aren’t you going to do shots? you’ve barely drank anything tonight.” one asks, tilting her head.
“i really don’t feel great.” you confess, your face screwing up in bitterness. your stomach ached, as well as what felt like your brain thrashing around in your skull, clawing at the inside.
“maybe try making yourself vomit? sometimes that helps.” the other suggests, trying her best to be accomodating in her drunken state, while clutching onto your arm for stability. it wasn’t a terrible idea, as you did feel like you were going to throw your guts up at any given moment. but also, it was a good excuse to disappear into the bathroom for a few minuets undisturbed.
“i might try that, thanks.” you force a smile, before quickly slithering out of their grip, and making a bee-line for the stairs which in that moment seemed like the stairs leading to heaven. peace and quiet.
you jog up the stairs, while trying to hold down your skirt so you don’t unintentionally flash your ex-classmates. the hot air seemed to be worse upstairs, and you knew it all too well from living in a two storey home your entire life. heat rises. why on earth did your foggy brain think it would be cooler up here?
you manage to find the bathroom, sighing in relief when you found it empty. you closed the door hurriedly behind you, and make your way to the sink. you run the cold water under your hands, splashing it on your flushed face. your mascara had started to smudge under your eyes from the heat, and your lipgloss had completely melted off. real classy. as you begin to wipe your fingers under your eyes, a knock on the door startles you.
“yeah?” you call, not hiding your frustration.
“can i come in?” the voice asks.
you sigh, throwing your head back. so much for peace and quiet. you throw open the door, shocked at who you find behind it. chris sturniolo. you knew him and his brothers didn’t go to parties, not even in high school. you wonder who or what dragged them to this one. he was a year older than you, but you were well aware of who he was. the star player on the lacrosse team.
“you mind if i chill in here for a bit?” he asks nonchalantly.
you’re now confronted with the option of being a douchebag and saying no, or saying yes and then trying to weasel your way out. you scan his face, the bags under his eyes, the muss of his hair from the heat. he looked exhausted, you imagine that’s how you looked, too.
“yeah, sure.” you shrug, opening the door wider for him to come in.
he immediately makes himself at home, hoisting himself to sit up on the bench beside the sink. you take in what he’s wearing, a black singlet and cargo shorts with ugg boots. definitely a choice.
“did i walk in on something or…like you weren’t crying or anything?” he asks, widening his eyes at you and freezing in place.
“oh! no, no not at all.” you smile awkwardly, shuffling on your feet.
“right, you just uh, look…” he trails off, waving his finger at you.
“terrible?” you answer with a defeated laugh.
he laughs. “yeah.”
you find yourself smiling a little, too. “i feel terrible.”
“me fucking too.” he sighs, leaning his head back onto the mirror and kicking his uggs off. you envied his confidence.
“so, what brings you to the bathroom chris sturniolo?” you ask as you put the toilet seat down to give yourself a surface to sit on.
he gives you a funny look, pouting his lip and raising an eyebrow. “how do you know who i am?”
“you were only the star lacrosse player of southeast high!” you taunt, holding a hand to your heart and mocking the many fan girls he had at his beck and call.
he tsks and rolls his eyes, “nah, matt was always miles better than me.”
“he was.” you lie, a smirk creeping up on your lips.
chris chuckles, shaking his head. “anyway, to answer your question, i’m trying to escape my very drunk and gross friends, one of them vomited on my shoe, look!”
he points to his discarded ugg boot, which you now see has a splatter of dark liquid on it, and you find yourself feeling sick. “fuck that’s gross.”
“i know right! but i’ve had enough anyway, i want to go home but matt’s driving and he’s not ready to go yet, neither is nick. at least they’re having fun.”
“and you don’t drink?” you ask, crossing your legs criss cross applesauce style.
“nah, me and my brothers are sober. just don’t really see the point in drinking. got nothing against it, just not my thing.”
“you know, don’t take this the wrong way but, i honestly pictured you as the frat boy type.”
“ha, i’m far from it.” he laughs, “but that’s what all the lacrosse boys were like. it was painful having to put up with it.”
“i can imagine.” you tell him.
there’s a lick of silence, and the bathroom was beginning to get stuffy- despite the window being open and letting a small breath of air through every now and then. you see chris wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, puffing out a breath. “it’s so fucking hot i think i’m going to die.”
you found yourself in a daze, looking at him now, really looking at him. he was cute as hell, how had you never noticed? the way his hair hung just over his forehead, how his arms were softly toned…
“hey, i never got your name. that was rude of me.” he says, turning to you.
you tell him, and he nods his head. “you look like that’s your name.”
“what?”
“you know how some people look like their names? i feel like i don’t look like a chris.” he elaborated, waving his hands around to emphasise his point.
“yeah, maybe a chad.” you chuckle.
“if i was a chad, i’d have already kissed you.” chris tells you, not looking at you, more like he was talking to himself. speaking into the abyss.
you widen your eyes, “what?”
chris kicks his feet back and forth, hitting the cabinets below. “nothing.”
there’s a pause, the only sound you could hear was your breathing, surrounding you, suffocating. you decide to be bold. i mean, what was there to loose, anyway? you couldn’t just sulk alone all night.
“i mean, i wouldnt say no.” you confess, avoiding eye contact, looking down at his vomit splayed ugg boot, discarded on the tiles. although, you could feel his eyes on you.
“to what?” he says, more confidently.
“if…” you begin, now looking up at him and loosing your train of thought.
“i kissed you?”
you freeze, blinking a few times to check you weren’t hallucinating and that your drink hadn’t been spiked. after a few breaths, you realised he wasn’t going anywhere, and that he was right there. only a few steps away. yet you couldn’t find your feet, we’re you supposed to make the first move?
before you could continue the battle in your brain, chris had slid back down to his feet, his hands bracing on the bench behind him, arms flexed. he tilted his head at you, almost like a puppy, waiting. he was waiting for you.
you stand up, and slowly, ever so slowly, make your way towards him. you bite your lip, your breath quickening and heart thumping in your chest like it would pounce onto him if it could. how had your night turned so quickly? weren’t you downstairs wishing you were anywhere else only 20 minuets ago?
chris reached his hand out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, licking his lips. “you’re so pretty.”
you blush hard, looking down at your feet. “even with my smudged mascara?”
“yeah.” he chuckles, reaching for your hand to pull you closer to him.
you were now face to face, your eyes in line with his lips. you felt like your heart was about to fall out of your ass, with the way he was looking at you. not greedy, not like other boys did- if they did. it was sweet, like he was really looking at you, his mellow blue eyes scanning your face and landing on your lips.
he slid a hand behind your ear, leaning into you. you leaned in, too, unsure of what you were supposed to do. you had only ever kissed one boy, and it was in eighth grade as a dare during a game of spin the bottle. this time was different. it wasn’t a game, and nobody was watching.
chris kissed you gently, only testing the waters. it was only chaste, but you felt yourself ascend into another dimension. his lips were soft, and he was so warm. you feel something deep your belly, swirling around. your cheeks begin to flush a little more than they already were, your headache now a distant memory. he pulled away as soon as it happened, as if he had been snapped back into reality.
“sorry, i don’t um…usually do this. i feel like such a douche.”
“you’re far from a douche.” you reassure him, placing a hand on his forearm.
his hand that rested behind your ear was now playing with a coil of your hair. “i mean you were just so pretty, and i didn’t know how to-“
suddenly, you feel yourself swarmed with pride, beginning to smile. “chris! did you follow me up here?”
“um, no?” he says, as his eyes dart around the room comedically as a toothy grin adorns his face.
“you don’t seem so sure.” you tease.
he laughs, shrugging. “what can i say, it worked.”
you find yourself overcome with a feeling you didn’t recognise, something between overjoyed and astounded. you quickly press your lips into his, a little more assured this time. he kisses you back just as eagerly, pulling your waist close to his, breathing hot air into your lungs. you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands, so you snaked your hand into his soft, full hair. he groaned into your mouth, and you felt your stomach do flips.
this was definitely not how you expected your night to go.
part two.
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desultory-novice · 10 months ago
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hi dess! probably the wrong person to ask but it's just to immensely confuddling... is there a solid lore explanation for how sectonia turned into a bee? i wanted to write a body horror thing for her but i wanted it to be lore accurate and it's just all so convoluted !
Wrong person or not, it is impeccable timing! Both because of Triple Deluxe's 10th Anniversary (in Japan time) and the fact that I've been intensely studying those scenes for my own anniversary piece! Which is, err, running late.
Here is what we can garner about Sectonia's transformation abilities based on the available information + insights the game gives us.
[Pause Screen Lore]
VS Sectonia Vine
"Sectonia's family(1) have parasitized, taken possession of, and controlled countless lifeforms."
1) This word is often translated as "clan" as in a large gathering of members who are not necessarily family but belong to a specific unified group. IE, this could mean anything from "she and her direct family members have this ability" to "all spiders within a certain classification have this ability" to "all spiders have this ability".
I sometimes HC that possession is something all female spiders possess, because I like to imagine her people being a Queendom and that'd be a good reason for it, and also because of The Dark Crystal's "Wings? I don't have wings." "Of course not. You're a boy." (Which just feels so Taranza + Sectonia coded to me)
(I say "sometimes" because I'm also very fond of trans-girl Sectonia HC.)
VS Queen Sectonia (2)
"Sectonia, beautiful and menacing in form. She has [placed herself] inside the world tree..."
VS Sectonia Soul (2)
"I have parasitized and changed bodies so many times, I can no longer recall...which of them was my original self..."
(This pause screen lore is written from Sectonia's POV.)
So, yes, Joronia/Sectonia is a parasite.
She attaches to something and makes it part of her body/swaps bodies with it. If we look at the difference between her queen-form and her flowered-form, we understand a few things about this process: she takes her current body, as well as the body of another living organism and fuse them together. IE: 1 + 1 = 1
She retains some visual aspects of her previous body after a "switch" (she still has the bee head, collar, and wings, for example) and gains the greater (?) amount of traits from the new body.
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This would mean that after her first swap, she probably still looked a little like "Joronia." (Something like a messed up version of those matching toys where you have to align the head, torso, and legs.)
What this also means is that in order to look like "Queen Sectonia" who is so completely different from what Taranza and Joronia look like, she would have had to swap bodies a lot. (Not to mention, she is BIG. It is possible her last body-swap wasn't even to a bee/wasp but something large she absorbed to gain the qualities of its size! Or maybe she stole something large for the size and then stole something with a super thin waist to get that hourglass figure XD)
Planet Robobot's Clone Sectonia lore tells us that "countless species" were found in the Dream Stalk's DNA "stretching over 1,000 years" so this does indeed seem to confirm she did this a frightening amount of times over a long period of time.
It's safe to say you will probably find no one creature in the Kirby-verse that looks similar to Queen Sectonia, as her body was custom crafted with parts from countless critters.
We also get a few visual insights into how parasitization looks...
...Upon her initial defeat, she begins giving off a massive amount of glitter/sparkles/insect scales. 
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This visual is interesting as, if she was already reaching for a new body after her defeat, it is possible this is the first part of the process. Shedding her initial body. If not, this could either be a sign of her current body failing/dying or her parasitic control over it weakening.
She raises up, does some hand movements, lets out a wave of magic and begins to glow brightly. When we check back in on her, she has expelled her wings (she has them back in flower form but they DO appear slightly different. More petal-like and droopy. See above.) and wriggling tentacles appear from behind her...
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You can debate that these are the Dream Stalk's vines wrapping around her, but they don't seem to behave the same way. (They don't have leaves either, which the vines do.) Thus, I think these are "appendages" that specifically appear as part of Sectonia/Joronia's transformation process. If you think about the way insects emerge from their cocoons, I can imagine these as tendrils as coming out from a "split/crack" that slowly forms in her back...
There's a LOT of light and time and struggle involved in the process but this could be just because the Dream Stalk was such a large and powerful target, being rooted into Popstar itself. If she's done this hundreds or thousands of times before, it is possible there is a shorter version of this for things she already overpowers.
...Though, the grimdark part of my brain imagines things like Taranza using his magic to hold one of her struggling targets down while she enwraps it with her horrible parasite tendrils. If Dess hasn't said this before, I'm less interested in soft, sad boy Taranza and much more interested in "1/2 of a gleeful villain couple" Taranza, who is so captivated by his beloved, he happily joins her in all sorts of horrendous things - leading military invasions in her name, assassinations, putting down rebellions, capturing new victims for her, all things he IS implied to do in game through Dedede -  only turning a blind eye to it because he believes in and is infatuated with her and thus, this must be the right thing to do. Right...?
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In summary, what we can glean is all pretty bad. Sectonia doesn't even "swap" bodies because the bodies she absorb all get used up and can be said to be "dead" from the moment she inhabits them. Though you can even argue this, as, once she is defeated, the Dream Stalk seems to regain its individuality after her absorption. If you're re~ally into horror, you could take this to mean that some aspect of her victims consciousness is carried on from body to body...!!!!
Also, swapping from body to body appears to be more of a melding process anyway, which could also be pretty darn horrible, depending upon how much control you think she has over which traits she inherits from her victims. If it's entirely her choice, it's simply a matter of how many bodies until she's found the traits she believes "perfects" her ultimate vision of herself - plus how many times she changes her mind. If it's NOT then she's probably gone through an insane amount of swaps/victims, discontented at the results and insisting on trying again and again until it turns out "right."
And there you have it! Joronia's transformation into Sectonia is both deeply pitiful and deeply, deeply frightening!
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bots-and-cons · 8 months ago
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I imagine a male human, who actually Kryptonian and he always hide his true indentity from anyone for a long time.
But one day, the bots find out accidentally when he was using his power to defeat Decepticons
I just want to see all the bot and the trio will react about it
The writing would mean a lot to me
Thank you!
Have a good day!
😊😊😊
A/N: HCs it is again, I didn’t do all the bots, because it’s just simply a lot and I couldn’t be bothered to... and it seems I forgot the kids completely, dammit
•You’ve always been pretty sturdy and your reaction time is weirdly fast compared to any other humans the bots have met
•It’s hard to not use your powers sometimes, because it comes so naturally to you and you want to help
•Of course you’ve been hiding your powers your whole life, so it’s not that hard not to use them, you’d really just prefer not having to hide them
•It was a bit of a relief to meet the autobots, because “Other aliens!?!?” was pretty much your reaction
•Anyway, you’re still hiding your powers, but you have had to use them a couple of times, the autobots just haven’t noticed
•It’s not even really you using your powers, it’s just you being basically invincible and not getting hurt when a vehicon falls on you
•You just always tell them it didn’t really hit you or that you managed to dodge it just in time
•Of course, some of the bots find your “luck” to be kind of suspicious, mainly Ratchet and Arcee
•Bee and Bulk are mostly like “Yeah that’s lucky” and don’t really see anything wrong with it
•When you finally get into a bad spot and really have to use your powers and help out, there’s like this shared “WHaT?” moment shared between the bots
•Like Arcee thought there was something odd about you but you’re like that one guy she’s seen in Raf’s comics who seems very overpowered
•They don’t really treat you differently after that, other than when it comes to what they can do with you
•Like Bulk and you start throwing around that big metal ball that he has
•You like to help Bee when he trains, because you can fly, so he can practice dodging aerial attacks, be it you throwing rocks or your heat/laser vision coming down from above
•Optimus isn’t really bothered by it, because you’ve never been malicious or anything towards them before, so why would that change now
•Ratchet is of course still a bit suspicious of you, because that’s just how he is
•He’s seen what power can do to people, but he very quickly realizes you’ve lived with these powers all your life and you’re yet to turn to the dark side, so he figures that’s probably not going to happen
•He also kind grumpily sort of apologizes to you for treating you with suspicion, but you’re not sure if he actually apologized or if he just gave you another lecture
•Oh well, in general your powers and abilities were received with a confused “WHaT?” and then gradual acceptance of the situation
•Then of course Bee wanted to compare you to Raf’s comics as in if you could do what a certain character could do *cough*Definitely not talking about Superman*cough*
•Bulk joined in and Arcee got interested too eventually, so it turned into “Can you do this? How about this?”
•It’s actually kind of nice to be able to use your powers with people who won’t judge you or think you’re weird or a monster or something
•Or to just be able to use your powers in general
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rachelsfav-queer · 2 months ago
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This might be awful cause I’m sick and sleepy but here’s some Wenclay ❤️
(also some background Enid/Yoko/Divina)
Wednesday walked beside her girlfriend through the halls of Nevermore, while Wednesday ignored the stares from all the other students, Bianca quite frankly reveled in them. All eyes were on the siren and the raven, more specifically on their joined hands between them. It sent a clear message.
Wednesday Addams and Bianca Barclay were dating.
As in girlfriends, kissing, hugging, holding hands. It was a strange sight to see, especially as for the rest of the student body, or just anyone not in their tightly knit friend group, who wouldn’t have noticed the two girls growing closer in private. The last anyone else had known, they were still bitter rivals and nobody could’ve imagined them dating. Again, anyone not in their friend group.
While some self-described tortured artists were still throwing a hissy fit over the development of rivals to trusted allies to friends and now finally to lovers, the rest of the group were quite invested in their relationship. Specifically Enid and Yoko, both absolutely dying for even the smallest bits of gossip and updates on their progression. Though their girlfriend, Divina, had managed to reel them in and keep them from getting too excited about it all.
Overall, it seemed that all the other students were mostly impressed with the new relationship. The two school rivals who had came together to defeat the undead pilgrim wizard zombie that threatened all of Nevermore now dating? Talk about power couple, right? It would definitely be the talk of the entire school for at least a couple weeks, which Bianca was sure would get on Wednesday’s nerves pretty quickly. But they had both agreed to coming out with this. It’s not like they’d be able to keep it on the down low for very long, after all with Bianca’s Queen Bee status and all.
So they decided it would be best for them to come out on their own terms. And this way, they could control the narrative. An Addams and a siren dating? The rumors were starting to form in the air as they walked. So yeah, this was very much for the best.
Soon enough, Bianca and Wednesday reached the quad where their friends were all waiting for them. As soon as they caught sight of them, Enid had let out a squeal that could probably be heard from all the way in Jericho as she quite literally bounced out of her seat between her girlfriends on the bench and ran to give the newly out couple a huge hug before being guided back by Divina to the table. The group all made quick congratulations to the siren and seer for announcing their relationship before they all fell into their own individual conversations.
Bianca looked over to her short girlfriend and smiled, and Wednesday looked up at her and returned it with a smaller smile. Bianca only smiled wider as even this was practically wide toothy grin when it came to Wednesday Addams and she pulled the seer in for a small kiss before they separated and continued talking to their friends.
End <3
(I think I’m delusional again. Should I post this on ao3?)
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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 4 months ago
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Tfa Bumblebee with a YouTube channel? What if he decided to do a Pokemon Friendlocke? He got base team Prime to join, along with some of the other bots in Detroit, including Mix, Scrapper, The Dinobots, Wreck-gar, BlackArachnia oddly enough, and the Sumbacs.
Hes playing through X.
Hes got a Plan for the Fossils based on which Dinobots are left when he gets access to rock smash and the fossil reviver. If two or more of the dinobots are still not caught by then, he'll get three fossils, and randomize with one and which of the three dinobots it is. You automatically get the Jaw Fossil in the cave, so two more. Including the old amber, which you can get the mega stone for in the lab, so plenty of people are hoping he gets that and that Swoop gets Aerodactyl.
Outside of starter, I'm thinking Chespin(who ends up being Wreckgar), the first catch is the scripted Pidgey, who ends up as Prowl. Later Bumblebee with do a trade with Sari to get a Pidgeotite from another game due to it being locked behind post-game.
Due to limited number of bots, and Potential encounter, bee has locked some route from encounters so likely hood of some people getting a certain pokemon increases. Like Optimus getting Litleo or Riolu before the first gym.
Bee lets Prowl take over for a second (he needs to go refuel) only for Prowl to immediately find a shiny.
He stares at the camera. Smiles. And defeats it without capturing it. Says nothing about the shiny when Bumblebee comes back. Just leaves for patrol or something. He knows Bee will find out when he's editing footage later and it brings him much glee imagining his reaction.
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generalluxun · 5 months ago
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Apropos of nothing, do you remember that idea we discussed where Adrien & Chloe swap parents but keep the same default coping mechanisms/temperaments?
So Adrien spends a lo of time day dreaming & basically lives near full time in a sort of Chat Noir-esc persona minus the hero elements & tends to try and draw others into it.
Meanwhile for Chloe everything is a fight, all the time, but there's also no real victory, its an endless staircase where meeting wining is just the new standard for 'acceptable'.
Let me wondering what dynamics would have emerged in such an AU.
Like,
Adrien is probably more popular than Chloe ever was, but also likely even easier to manipulate or use. With Chloe in canon its mostly directing her anger that is nominally easy, while here it'd be simple to get Adrien to buy stuff for people or give out tickets ETC.
I imagine the 'issue' is that he's not much for social boundaries or restraint so he can become clingy very quickly and get very upset if he feels rejected.
Chloe meanwhile may only be going to school to get away from her father or even as a pride thing, "People will think I only succeed because you pay people" or cos Adrien was going through a rough patch maybe. Probably a combo.
I think her default temperament would be closer to Gabriel or Kagami's. She's colder and more urbane than canon, but still very blunt at best. Still she reserves hostility for competition, where its let out as nearly unchecked but very targeted aggression. She's not as disliked due to not picking a fight with everything that moves & being a bit more restrained, but she basically viewed as an ice queen.
In this regard, Adrien is probably the only person off the cuff to be able to be particularly affectionate or playful with Chloe. Cos he's been around long enough that he kind of exists outside her normal perspective. Similarly, Chloe can be rougher around the edges with Adrien than most others & he doesn't take it badly as he knows she's never leaving him.
I am unsure where Sabrina or Marinette would end up in this scenario, maybe they are friends?
Without having to deal with Chloe's bulldozer personality for several years Marinette may be more confident. Not a Queen Bee exactly, but definitely the go to girl. How well said confidence holds up to a challenge however is unclear.
Sabrina likely is still rather neurotic about needing to feel useful to others given that attitude stems from Roger. So she might volunteer a to in class, and be another "Easy to take advantage of" person.
Kagami, her & Chloe's relationship would be interesting I feel cos it'd bemore overtly a rivarly. But I think regarded very differently by both.
To Chloe, Kagami is a peer, a foe, someone to overcome; someone who can nd has defeated her and she hates it, even if part of her is drawn towards her regardless.
For Kagami she'd start of being like, "Ooh marvelous competition, such an aggressive dueling style!" only to realize Chloe takes 'ZERO' pleasure in this, or almost anything she does. So for her part of it would almost be wanted to crack the shell, or dethaw the ice queen.
Beyond that... Yeah no clue, though I imagine Chloe & Gabriel are on less good terms than Adrien & Gabriel were, but also more subtly.
Like, Adrien was more open expressing frustration or resentment with his father, but still wanted his love and hoped he'd warm up. Meanwhile I feel for Chloe it'd have become so tense and toxic at least since Emilie died that while she wants tp prove herself to him, its another challenge, a contest, a battle of wills to her. here's no real hope for love or warmth, she just wants to win.
ALso realize why I thought of this, low key imagining her having an Akuma with somehting like this happening: https://youtu.be/tWTQyCrq0Ts?si=R5_KSbqtZGd4ok5w&t=290
Start at 4:50 if interested.
We have different ideas of this! So I'll lay mine out.
Adrien: I think you're still clinging to the 'good boy Adrien' of canon and warping what we're doing here to fit that. Adrien i not evil, but he is not *socially functional* here. He is not transaction based, he is escapism personified. Might he be nice to talk to? Yes. But ay any given moment he might tangent off into a lore dump of one of the (many) worlds he's made up entirely in his head. Not only that, he might just start larping it at you without warning and without any indication even *he* is aware he's crossed the boundary.
Think 'ahaha I have ADHD so bad watch my hyperfixate!' only not in the quirky tumblresque manner but in the actual social impairment manner. He's not anti-social he's A-social, and there is a small chance if his 'reality' is challenged he MIGHT get aggressive. Most people can humor hi, and his manner can be fun for a while, but it can also be extremely draining. Only a few people can handle it 'full time'.
Chloé: I think you're adding canon spice here again, keeping the ire-antagonist angle. I see it much more as competition for the sake of the *competition*. She needs another award. Being an 'ice queen' is wasted effort. Being mean would indicate a level of attention to people that most are just not worth.
The difference can be highlighted with Kagami for example- Kagami might seek a rivalry(she enjoys them. There's a form of connection and socialization in acknowledging a peer and beating/losing to them specifically) Chloe just couldn't care less. You're an opponent for the length of a match, then the match is over and there's another, and another, until a trophy is won or lost and then it's on to the next competition. There's no reviewing; no bitterness nor pride. As soon as the trophy is won or lost it's worthless as is everything involved in winning it. It's not a snide or dismissive attitude(again, that would take effort) it's just a sort of detched/focused 'Next Quest!' mentality. She is the 'questing knight'.
I don't think Chloe would make connections with most people(for obvious weapons) and could definitely make a terrible first impression. However those who knows her (from a distance obvi) would often have a 'stand back and check this out' mentality. She's not great to talk to but just *seeing what she'll do next* is entertaining, success or failure.
now Sabrina and Marinette
Sabrina: If we're keeping her as knowing and being devoted to Chloe via family ties, then she would be 'Squire' to Chloé's knight. Constantly there with a spare foil, a new pencil, or a towel. She's a one-girl cheering section who takes more pride in Chloé's achievements than Chloé does herself(though she never touts them when Chloe is around, since Chloé takes a negative view on all past victories as 'meaningless') If you want Chloe to focus on you, just pick on Sabrina. You'll feel her eyes boring a hole in you before she tackles you, if you're lucky. If Sabrina is instead attached to Adrien through connections then she'll be his playmate and partner in all his fantasies. She's an 'Adrien Whisperer' who remembers each of his worlds and all the little details for ease of translation. She enjoys her status as the one constant in his worlds, and guards it a little jealously. She's good for his peace of mind, but probably bad for any sense of healthy socialization for him, as she would view any effort to 'bring him into the real world' as bad.
Marinette: In regards to Chloé, Marinette would definitely have some oppositional issues. Marinette likes competition and winning, but she likes it from the social aspect. Rivalry is fun(as long as it's light, Kagami can be a bit intense for her) but all her attempts to engage Chloé slide right off. 'I'll get you next time!' elicits a shrug at best. 'Ha I beat you!' elicits even less. Similarly attempts to ingratiate fall flat. Gifts are unwelcome, praise earns eyerolls. Marinette is stubborn though, so her long term goal would be to figure out this being who is so antithetical to herself. She'll find a way to *matter* to Chloe some how. The worst thing for asomeone with only child syndrome is being ignored. 🤣 With Adrien Marinette would be both enamored and repulsed. It would create quite the internal struggle for her. He's Gorgeous, and he's oh so creative! She loves his little head-worlds and could listen to him talk about them forever. *BUT* when he acts them out, when he brings the imaginations into reality. She gets intense second-hand embarrassment. She projects her own insecurity at being seen as immature onto him and it eats at her. So their relationship becomes a push-pull of: does she pull him out of his fantasy worlds? Does she learn to set aside her embarrassment? Do they meet somewhere in the middle? Does the attraction overcome the hurdles? (Is Sabrina an obstacle?) How does she know if Adrien is attracted to her, or the her in his head? Who is the her in his head? With him having such a vivid imagination she might feel very exposed around him. He *thinks* about her, and she can't hide in his head.
I hope some of this long winded explanation helped.
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moonlight-tmd · 6 months ago
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Imagine if Bee was that "i know a guy" fella-
Sir, he has not been following rules since his sparklinghood, do you really expect me to believe he has not been on a crime spree with some gang or broke into some governor's place by accident- not following rules gets you places, and with Bee's silver glossa he can talk until he's at the higher position than the one who met him.
Bee has started a humble life as soon as he got drafted to boot camp but that does not mean he didn't have any contacts to spice things up. Some of the folks, employed or students, knew him from the time before- they got him stuff to pull all those pranks n such. I bet Sentinel himself remembers seeing this little slag on a report more than once when he was younger and that's why he doesn't like him.
Bee knows mostly 'Cons but also some shady Autobots- he has his ways with Swindle and Starscream and they consider him a decent mech ot share high grade with. Heck maybe even Megatron himself knows this little frag who's been messing in their magazines and never got caught- and once he did he sweet-talked his way out of it like a pro.
Bee is a master manipulator and he knows it. He's been thru and seen some shit, he knows how it'll all go. He has friends, allies, "enemies" and all that stuff. But none of them dare to kill nor hurt him. The only reason he stopped being a menace is because of Bulkhead- the mech was genuine and caring towards him, Bee didn't have a Spark to lie to him. That's what got him to change and not do as much trouble. (except with the Wasp fella- he was too hostile to be left unattended so Bee has crafted a well-suited lie from the rumours going around camp and Wasp got taken away.)
When he first joined Team Prime he recognized few of the folks, but when they found Prowl he knew instantly they were gonna have fun- the mech had quite a past that the shadier side of Cybertron knew really well. Although Bee had not expected what the mech really was like, he still had his fair share of fun with him.
Once they get on Earth and 'Con's show up tho- ooh that is gold. Bee has heard so much about each and every one of them and knew just the way to talk to them to get them to do what he wants.
It's so funny to watch them go about "fighting" Bee when in reality they are all his puppets that know they fuck up if they spill one word.
It's even funnier when Decepticons kidnaps the group one time and while the 'cons are telling their reports when Megs walks in to see who they brought he just stops and backs up a step to look at this tiny motherfragger all baffled for a solid 10 seconds before facepalming defeated while whispering to himself "Primus why".
The others just see this and look to Bee who has this shit-eating proud grin on his face and he's like "Well, hi Megan! How've you been?" Megatron just sighes and motions Lugnut to take this one to his quarters and he walks away with the "i am tired of this" expression. The next thing they know is that htey're being dumped out in the middle of nowhere and Bee gets gently put down after the ride and given the key to unlock his team's cuffs.
They are so baffled when he tells them the adventure he had once that led him to knowing Megatron- Megs doesn't reciprocate his friendship but Bee doesn't care, he knows Megs can't kill him, Bee has too much of a grip on his mentality to do so. He just prays to never see the mech ever again but sadly, the mech is living on the planet and helping the enemy after the same thing he's after.
What a sad day.
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hyperlexichypatia · 1 year ago
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Can you imagine the concept of education – of learning – without artificial scarcity or competition? 
What would your educational goals be – for yourself, for your children, for your community, for your country – if you eliminated the framework of competition, hierarchy, or ranking?
I was thinking this when listening to someone say that every parent wants their children to have “every advantage,” and how completely warped that is. Why would you want your child to have an advantage? You should want your child to have the best possible life, but “an advantage” necessitates someone to have an advantage over. When I say I want everyone to have the best possible life, I mean literally everyone, and I mean “best” relative to “all possible life circumstances,” not relative to “all possible other people.” 
 The person I was talking to didn’t even understand the distinction I was making. The framework, the cultural idea, doesn’t exist, of wanting children to learn things, master skills, and have a high quality of life, without reference to learning more than someone else, being better at skills than someone else, or having a higher quality of life than someone else. Learning is an infinite resource. There is no reason it should be scarce. There is no reason someone’s ability to learn should take away from someone else’s ability to learn. 
The resources to facilitate learning – teachers, textbooks, enrollment slots in a particular school – might be finite, but learning itself is infinite. And we can always train more teachers, print more textbooks, and build more schools, if we have the public will to do it. There is no reason that anyone’s experience of learning should have to be any lesser than any other person’s, or that comparisons like that should even be the relevant frame of reference. When I try to argue that educational competition is bad, people rebut me by arguing that education is good. We could unpack what kinds of learning are considered “education,” and why some forms of learning are considered essential for everyone and others are considered optional, but that’s not especially relevant to my point. “Education” and “educational competition” are not the same thing. When I say that focusing on 2 year old children being “ready to compete in preschool” is horrifying, people inform me that preschool is good. Sure, preschool can be good. But why does it have to center on “competition” instead of letting literal babies learn at their own pace? We have a society where babies, as soon as they’re born, are put on a path of competition with other newborns, and we think this is normal. It’s bizarre. Even when people do critique the culture of educational competition, they come up with bonkers galaxy brain that reading to children is wrong because it gives them an “unfair advantage” – and that STILL doesn’t challenge the underlying premise that the purpose of education should be “competition”! 
To be clear, I want to spell out what I’m NOT saying. 
I’m not saying that competition should never be used as a tool in education. Competition can be an incentive or a way to make learning fun. If a school spelling bee makes it more fun for everyone to study spelling, that’s great. But what is the GOAL? Is it competition as a tool towards the goal of learning, or learning as a tool towards the goal of competition? There is a huge difference between “A fun class competition can incentivize students to further the goal of everyone learning more” and “Learning is useful because it furthers the goal of these children ‘defeating’ those children in competition.” And what are the consequences of “success” or “failure”? 
I’m not saying “And that’s why parents should send their kids to public school instead of private school.” Milquetoast liberals at publications like The Atlantic sometimes critique the competitive-private-school culture of educational competition (while constantly promoting it in every other context), but only to argue that, out of “fairness”, everyone should go to public school instead. Milquetoast liberals see universal public schooling, beginning in infancy, as the solution, because they identify the problem as “We shouldn’t be hierarchically ranking children on unfair things like race and class; instead, we should be purely hierarchically ranking children in some kind of ‘fair’ way.” That is still hierarchically ranking children! There is no “fair” way to do that!  Public schools rank children in a hierarchy. Private schools rank children in a hierarchy. Homeschooling families rank children in a hierarchy even when they have no one to rank against! I am not interested in making hierarchies “more fair” (which they can never be) or “equal” (which is an oxymoron). 
I’m not saying “Everyone’s educational experience should be the same, because that’s equality.” For one thing, equality is not sameness. For another thing, I’m not even really advocating “equality.” I’m advocating universal supportive education. And if everyone in the entire world had access to universal supportive education, there would probably be a wide disparity in what people would learn and pursue. Which is a good thing! No one person can know everything, so it’s good for people to diversify and specialize. The only reason there’s so much pressure to standardize educational experiences is to make it easier to assign people places in the hierarchy. Our society has really concluded “We can’t objectively rank an art student against a physics student, so the obvious solution is to eliminate art” rather than “Why are we ranking people?” Furthermore, universal supportive education can be lifelong, so there’s no time or age by which someone who hasn’t learned something has “missed their chance.”
What I am saying is that we should reimagine what education and learning can look like if we break out of the limiting framework of competition and hierarchy. We can build a society where everyone is free and supported to learn in the way that works for them without a system that necessitates “losers” to be dominated and defeated. 
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utapri-translations-uuuu · 4 days ago
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The Wicked Witch of the West - Translation (西の悪い魔女)
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Translator's notes can be found at the end and are marked with an asterisk.
Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.
I have also made a version which includes the members' notes found in the script.
[The battle with the Wicked Witch of the West - The Witch of the West’s castle]
The sound of a silver whistle resonates. 
The Wicked Witch of the West has sharp eyesight and can see the group approaching. 
Using the silver whistle, she commands various beings.
Witch of the West: Hmm... So there are some fellows heading this way...? Two children, a scarecrow, a tin man, a lion... What an odd bunch.
She trembles in irritation.
Witch of the West: I don’t know what their goal is, but they were probably instigated by Oz. I won’t forgive anyone who dares to harm me, the great Witch of the West!
The sound of the silver whistle.
Witch of the West: Now, wolves! Tear them apart and finish them off!
The wolves rush forward, aiming for the Tin Woodman.
Tin Woodman: Wolves, huh! This is my fight! Even if they bite me, I won’t feel a thing. Their teeth will probably end up getting damaged instead!
The Tin Woodman cuts down the wolves that jump at him with his axe.
Tin Woodman: Your efforts are futile! Even the teeth of a wolf cannot compete with the blade of this axe. Haa! Huff! Yah!
Oz, watching the five through his crystal ball, speaks like a kyogen-mawashi*.
Oz (N): With his axe, the Tin Woodman chopped off the wolves' heads one by one.
Witch of the West: Ugh... Then let's have the crows peck out their eyes! Go!
The sound of the silver whistle. The crows attack.
Scarecrow: Crows? Well, that’s my area of expertise! Go ahead, peck at my eyes as much as you like!
Oz (N): The Scarecrow defeated the crows by twisting their necks.
Witch of the West: What the...?! Damn it...! In that case, next up are the bees! Writhe in agony from their venomous stings!
The sound of the silver whistle. The bees attack.
Scarecrow: This time, it’s bees...! Let’s work together, Tin Woodman! Theo, Terry, and Lion, use the straw from my body to hide yourselves! After that, well, you already know what to do, partner!
Tin Woodman: Yes, the only target left will be me, made of tin. The bees’ stingers are no match for tin, and they’ll all break...!
The Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow high-five.
Scarecrow: That’s right! 
The bees fall helplessly, plopping down. The Witch of the West cannot hide her irritation.
Witch of the West: Oh, all of you are useless! Flying monkeys, this time, make sure to end their lives! If you don't, your friends will die!
The sound of the silver whistle.
The winged monkey attack.
Oz (N): A wise person can probably roughly imagine what happened next.
The Lion asserts his strength.
Lion: Finally, it’s my turn! I am the king of beasts, the Lion! I won’t lose to some monkeys!
He threatens with an even louder voice and a terrifying expression.
Lion: Roar!! If you don’t want to be eaten, get out of here!
The winged monkeys leave, screeching.
Oz (N): The monkeys, who were originally under the control of the Witch of the West, abandoned the unwelcome battle and left.
She stomps her feet in frustration.
The group has arrived at the foot of the Witch of the West’s castle.
Witch of the West: Eek! They’re getting closer and closer! I have to do something… my life is in danger!
Oz (N): Feeling threatened, the Witch of the West decided to use the Golden Cap. This was a magical tool that could summon the winged monkeys and grant the owner’s wishes three times.
The Witch of the West takes out the Golden Cap and places it on her head.
Witch of the West: Now that it’s come to this, there’s no other choice...
She stands upon her left foot, then upon the right, and finally, she stands upon both feet.
Witch of the West: Ep-pe, pep-pe, kak-ke! Hil-lo, hol-lo, hel-lo! Ziz-zy, zuz-zy, zik!
He commands with a big wave of his hand.
Witch of the West: Drop the Tin Woodman from a high place onto sharp rocks so that he’s all battered and dented!
The Tin Woodman is lifted high into the sky by some of the winged monkeys under the magic of the Wicked Witch of the West, and then dropped.
Tin Woodman: (screams as he’s carried through the air and grunts once he hits the ground)
Witch of the West: Serves you right! Next, it’s the Scarecrow’s turn! Pull out every last piece of his straw and throw his clothes on top of a tall tree!
Other winged monkeys under the magic of the Wicked Witch attack the Scarecrow and pull out his straw.
Scarecrow: Ah... stop… please... I’m losing... all my strength...
Witch of the West: Capture the Lion with a rope and bring him here! I’ll work him to the bone.
The winged monkeys wrap the Lion tightly with a rope.*
Lion: Ugh, it hurts...! I... can’t... move...
Witch of the West: Lastly… Take care of those insolent humans…!
Terry despairs as he witnesses real magic.
Terry: What a horrible thing... Everyone has been defeated…! We’re done for, too!!
Witch of the West: Tear them to pieces!!
Terry is about to be attacked by a winged monkey under the magic of the Wicked Witch. 
Theo steps forward to protect Terry.
The silver shoes emit a strong light.
Theo: I won’t let you do that! I absolutely won’t allow anyone to hurt Terry!!
Terry is surprised by the light.
Terry: Theo!! You-!!
Witch of the West: Those are… the silver shoes...! And good magical power is surrounding the children? Where have you been hiding such power? Ugh… I can’t interfere like this.
Theo is unaware of his magical powers, so he can’t control them.
Terry: What’s the matter? Weren’t you going to tear us to pieces?
Witch of the West: … He’s not attacking? Could it be that he is still unaware of his own power? And those pure eyes. If I play it right, this might be something I can take advantage of.
The Witch of the West snaps her fingers and the gate opens.
Witch of the West: Go ahead and enter the castle!
Terry: Hey, are you going in? It might be some kind of trap.
Theo: Even if that’s the case, we won’t get any further if we just stand here, so I’ll go. There must be a reason why she won’t lay hands on us.
Theo and Terry proceed into the castle and reach the Witch of the West.
Witch of the West: So you’ve come, humans... Hand me those silver shoes. If you do, I’ll let you go.
Theo realizes from the Witch's words that the silver shoes are special.
Theo: ... If you want them that much, why don’t you just take them by force? The fact that you can’t do that means there must be something else, right?
Theo takes a step closer to the Witch. The light from the silver shoes grows stronger.
Witch of the West: Hey, stay back…! If you do as I say, I won’t do anything bad to you. That’s right, how about we team up?
Theo: You join forces with me, a mere human?
Imitating what he sees, he reaches out his hand and poses as if gathering his strength.
Witch of the West: N-No... Stop it... Wicked magic can’t win against the power of good magic.
Theo: Magic…?
While Theo is distracted, the Western Witch circles around to grab Terry.
Terry: … What!? Ugh...
Theo: Terry!!
Witch of the West: Separating you two was always my goal. So, do you not care what happens to your companion...?
Theo’s anger reaches its peak and his hidden power awakens.
Theo: … Let go of Terry!!
The magic creates a huge amount of water that splashes over the two of them.
Terry: Uwaaa!!
Witch of the West: Aah!!
The Witch writhes in agony.
Theo rushes over to Terry.
Witch of the West: My body... my body... is melting... Did you know that... water is my weakness?
Theo: O-Of course not! What is this, anyway!? Is this... magic…!?
Witch of the West: … The strength born of purity… The true power that resides in your heart… It’s over… for me.
The Witch of the West melts away to nothing. 
The Golden Cap drops to the floor, making a clattering sound as it comes to a stop.
Terry: Did we... do it? Did we win?
Theo: … I think so. More importantly, are you alright, Terry…? Are you hurt?
Terry pumps his fist in the air.
Terry: Aside from being completely soaked, I’m feeling fine! It seems like it was really just water.
Theo: … I’m so glad~
Terry: … Oh, that’s right! We can’t just stand around, we have to help our companions!
Theo: Yeah!
*1 Kyogen-mawashi- storyteller/narrator
*2 Unlike the other lines, they didn’t mention the monkeys here, only the Witch’s magic. I assume this is a mistake in the script, keeping in mind the context and the original book.
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mairitess · 5 months ago
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form ba-7180, notarized // to be known, ch. 1
summary: Nya realizes her and Jordana have more in common than one might think.
a/n: idk this is just how I imagine what their relationship could be like ;-; i wish it were longer and paced slower but i'm not good at that! + also on ao3 and no longer just a one-shot! ch. 2 here on ao3
words: 1.7k
tags: angst, jaya mentioned, jordana characterization if it were up to me, and now it is up to me, nya pov, dr s2 spoilers, no beta bc idc
warnings: n/a
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Nya would give anything – and gave up everything – to have her name remembered. She imagined Jordana was willing to do the same, evidently far more, for the same respect.
She imagined her face plastered over billboards across all the realms, grinning over a world wholly enlightened by her genius. She’d construct a high-rise to arch above Imperium to collect her novel works. Jordana would work her way down the floors each day, greeting her associates and meeting tours of aspiring young minds. And she’d remember each of their names – she swore she would.
Jordana was called every name under the sun but her own. She was bright and capable, cruel and jealous. So in the spirit of destiny and changing your fate, Jordana took control. She was spiteful. Who could blame her? For each project Jordana developed, Sora did one better. Unforgettable, brilliant, perfect Sora. Jordana became another body in the room, rifling through papers and screwing nuts and bolts, a nameless worker bee when Sora was there.
When Sora left, Jordana practically threw a party. Even if all she was getting was everything Sora left, Jordana crossed her fingers despite being a girl of science and hoped it would all soon become her own. No more Sora. Just Jordana, finally left to her own devices. Yet Sora kept haunting her, easily destroying the one thing Jordana crafted with pride for Imperium.
As “evil” as Jordana had become, Nya couldn’t help but feel, frankly, bad for the girl, the more she learned about her. Nya loved Sora so much, seeing so much similarity between them. But where Nya saw Sora like a little sister outgunning what she did at her age, Nya saw Jordana like an inverted reflection of her younger self. All three of them were so ambitious, so smart, so resilient. But what Nya felt unfortunately was shared just between her and Jordana was in what stood in their way. Sora, in all her early skill, was embraced and centered in Imperium’s ever-advancing development, even if it was in ways she hated and left. Jordana, even if she could keep up with Sora, would never compare.
When Kai and his friends first became ninjas, Nya went to unabashed depths to prove she was just as good, if not better. Her first proof of her excellence, though, was not attributed to her name – she was Kai’s sister. Then she was Samurai X. Then Jay’s girlfriend.
What’s in a name? For Nya, everything. Everything that mattered. She could conquer the world, defeat every Ninjago villain singlehandedly, and still get underestimated and go largely uncredited if merely referred to as Kai’s sister, or Samurai X, or Jay’s girlfriend, or the Water Ninja. That’s not to say Nya wasn’t incredibly proud to be those things – though she was most proud to be Samurai X, as she’d built the mech and its reputation with her own blood and sweat. But when the Fire Ninja was seen running through the streets, little kids would wait for him to finish whatever he was doing, then pull him aside: “Kai! You’re my favorite ninja!” The Ice Ninja would be out getting groceries, and fans would high-five him with the same corny saying: “Zane, you’re the coolest!” Everyone easily called out to the other ninjas by name. Not Nya. Rarely Nya. Maybe never, Nya.
The closest she’d ever gotten to profuse and total recognition and gratitude, she had to entirely give up her body and form. Why did it take losing her for the world to realize how much she mattered?
But Jordana… Every time Nya watched back fight footage between Sora and Jordana, she’d hear Sora say, “Who are you again?” Jordana would scream in frustration, her fighting reinvigorated. Nya understood Sora wasn’t saying that to egg on her foe, that Sora truly could not remember. But that seemed far worse than if it were part of encounter banter.
Nya would give anything – and gave up everything – to have her name remembered. She imagined Jordana was willing to do the same, evidently far more, for the same respect. How much worse it seemed to be forgotten rather than dismissed, to be fighting your own erasure to the point where you realize no one would remember you for your good works. Of course Jordana saw it fit that, if you wanted to truly be known, the only option would be to turn sides.
So Nya made it a point not just to remember Jordana’s name, but to remind her teammates of Jordana’s name, too. She saw it as an act of respect, even if Jordana wouldn’t ever know. Besides, underestimating your opponent was practically a cardinal sin in Wu’s teachings. Part of ensuring her team, her mentees, wouldn’t underestimate Jordana counted on them remembering her, and respecting what she was capable of. Maybe if Nya had felt more outcast by her brother and his friends, she would have had a far more similar path to Jordana’s thus far.
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The ninja had found their way to one of the islands between Imperium and the Wyldness, chasing a lead in their hunt for Lord Ras, Jordana, Nokt, and Cinder. Though their stealth mission didn’t go as quietly as Lloyd had hoped – Lord Ras and Cinder ran off in opposite directions, splitting the team apart. Lloyd and Arin sprinted after Lord Ras; while Wyldfyre, Zane, and Cole went after Cinder. They’d seen Nokt for a moment, but he’d quickly disappeared, leaving Sora and Nya with Jordana.
“This will be fun,” Jordana laughed, adjusting her grip on her sword, keeping a steady eye on Sora. “Let’s kill the powers, shall we? Make it fair. I don’t want to make it too easy.”
Sora glared. “Easy for whom?” She retorted, only for Jordana to roll her eyes. “You’ll find out,” Jordana said. With that, she lunged at Sora, the tip of her blade easily missing Sora’s cheek as she dodged. “Maybe,” Sora snorted. “Or maybe not.” Sora spun the katana in her hand for show before slicing towards Jordana, catching the other girl’s sleeve with the sword’s edge. Nya watched on carefully as she surveyed their immediate surrounding area, making sure Nokt wasn’t still hidden somewhere among the foliage.
“You might have beaten me in class combat before, Sora, but I won’t let you do it again,” Jordana snarled, blocking Sora’s blows. “Again?” Sora asked, confusion spreading across her face. Her guard weakened slightly.
Jordana’s eyes suddenly glowed a bright red, as she brought her dao down briefly. “You know my name,” she said, low. “You know.” Sora shrugged, concerned. “Sorry. Really, I don’t.”
“Just remember me!” Jordana shouted brazenly, angling the hilt of her blade down toward Sora as she leapt at her. For a moment, Sora stood frozen, caught off by Jordana’s choice of words in combat, and was struck painfully to the head with a dense clunk. Sora cried out and Nya ran for her, blocking Jordana’s second swing as Sora managed to twist away, holding her head in her hands.
Then it was the famed mentor and her mentee’s nemesis, and Nya felt the weight of her wisdom acquired with age. It was the first time the two had truly faced off, and as sour as Jordana’s expression was, Nya didn’t want to fight.
“Please, Jordana,” Nya tried, deflecting each of Jordana’s bladed attempts at her chest. As practiced as Jordana may have been, Nya was far stronger and more comfortable with her golden spear. “You won’t win this. You can’t.”
Jordana was quiet, focused on finding a weak spot in Nya’s guard she could catch. So Nya kept talking.
“I know what it’s like.” “No, you don’t–” “I do, I swear. You are strong in your own right, Jordana, whether Sora is next to you or not. You don’t have to prove anything.” “Yes, I do! Nobody cares if you can do the job. They only care if you can do the job well,” she spat out. “That’s not true!” Nya pleaded. “It’s not true because it’s not about the job.”
Jordana’s swings slowed, and Nya took the opportunity. “You’re not what you do, Jordana. Who you are isn’t based on what you do.”
Both their swords lowered. Sora had managed to crawl over to a nearby tree and lean against its trunk, catching her breath, but her eyes were closed.
“Then… Then who am I?” Jordana whispered, her voice breaking. “Who am I if I have nothing to give to Imperium?”
Nya reached for the girl, instinct to comfort. She didn’t know what to say. Whatever propaganda Imperium citizens were receiving, its messaging was more ingrained than perhaps fixable in a night. Nya’s gaze drifted over to Sora, and her extended hand to Jordana came to a slow stop.
Why… Why didn’t she hit you with her blade?
“Oh, Jordana,” a familiar voice echoed all around Nya, and she felt her chest clench. “It’s not that deep. Truly. Besides,” he laughed, “you’ve done more than enough.”
Nya’s back felt like it was on fire as she was shot along the spine with a stun gun. She fell to the ground, all her limbs locked in place. “You follow through, Jordana. That’s all the Administration could ask for.” Nya was scared to look as the figure hoisted her up from behind, pulling her hands into handcuffs. “I’ll take her from here.”
His hands were warm despite the metal clinking against her wrists. She wanted to hold his hand.
“Sorry. Administrator’s orders,” he huffed, coming to her side to walk her towards the portal he’d come through. In Nya’s periphery, Sora was still breathing, but looked like she was passed out against the tree. Nya nearly yelled at her when she finally got a good look at the man dragging her.
“… Jay? Jay, it’s me –” “I know who you are. Jordana, let’s go.”
His grip was rough as Nya was pulled away, so much about him familiar yet everything wrong.
Jay’s voice was growing distant and fuzzy, but she heard him say, “Nice control there, Jordana. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to handle it, but you did well. Good job.” He sounded as kind and proud as ever. It was almost soothing.
Sora forced herself awake again for a brief moment and tried to scream as she watched Nya disappear, but nothing came out, and her head was too heavy, and she had just enough sense to hit the emergency signal on her suit.
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criminalmutantsins · 1 year ago
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(MK1) Johnny's Life Headcanons
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I love this version of Johnny. He has the perfect mixture of arrogance and wittiness while still being kind and serious at the most important times. I did a song headcanon post for him a while back and had a fun time doing it so I wanted to do another headcanon post for him and other MK characters. If you want to read my other post the link is below.
https://www.tumblr.com/criminalmutantsins/731871981377617920/mk1-johnny-cage-song-headcanons?source=share
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TW: Mentions of abuse (physical/mental), alcoholism, bullying
- Johnny is the middle child with Jimmy being the oldest and Rebecca being the youngest. Jimmy and Johnny don’t get along because Jimmy follows in his dad’s footsteps and makes fun of Johnny for not being masculine enough. He has a really good relationship with Rebecca- affectionately calling her Becky- but their eight-year age difference made it hard for them to connect. Though he is glad she didn’t suffer the same abuse as him, Johnny is also a bit jealous of her because his dad would spoil and treat her like a princess. They call and FaceTime each other once in a while to catch up. 
- Johnny’s mom was the one who fostered Johnny’s love for 80s media. Whenever she had a rare day off, Johnny and her would dance and goof around while listening to 80s. His favorite artists were ABBA, Bee Gees, and Queen.  
- Johnny’s dad physically and emotionally abused Johnny. His obsession with control and masculinity led him to hurt or insult Johnny if he deemed him “not man enough” or somehow disrespectful. For instance, if he saw Johnny liking something seen as feminine like “chick flicks” he would berate him or if Johnny forgot to do a chore then his dad would beat him. His mother was not aware of the abuse due to working a lot, Johnny’s fear of retribution from his father if he told, and the abuse only occurring when she was not around. 
- School was not easy for Johnny. He was targeted for being the quiet kid and not being interested in typical sports (football, soccer, baseball), and being a part of the cheer squad. It ended after Johnny created his Cage persona, portraying himself as confident and witty, and his martial arts skills. 
- Johnny watched a lot of 90s sitcoms like “Full House”, “Roseanne”, “Boy Meets World”, and “Saved By The Bell” to cope with his broken family- his mother working almost 24/7, his father’s abuse, and lack of a relationship with his siblings- and bullying at school. He liked (and was jealous) that every problem was solved within 22 minutes and the main character had friends/family who were always there for them. 
- He also watched many martial arts such as “Enter the Dragon,” “Crouching Tiger,” “Hidden Dragon,” “Kill Bill,” and “Karate Kid.” He liked to imagine himself being the hero who defeated all the bad guys and saved the world. On top of that, watching the films with his dad was the only good time Johnny had with him.  
- Before his mother paid for karate classes, Johnny’s dad tried teaching him boxing at home. It was a horrible time since his dad would get angry with Johnny if he “did something wrong” like messing up a move or not wanting to hit his dad. As punishment, Johnny’s dad would punch Johnny until either he got tired or Johnny attacked back. This stopped when his mom saw his bruises- thinking it was only from school bullies- and signed him up for karate class, which Johnny grew to love and practice all his life. She also paid for gymnastics class after seeing Johnny’s interest in it. 
- During his first two years in college, Johnny joined a theater group where he created many meaningful relationships, such as Kelsey, his scene partner for some plays who became a successful actress and singer on Broadway, and Frankie, who was in charge of cosmetics and became Johnny’s first personal make-up artist. After college, the troupe meets every year to catch up. 
- Johnny is pansexual. He finds anyone attractive no matter their gender. He realized this in high school, though he didn’t feel comfortable coming out until he moved out for college. 
- He met Cris when she was serving them at a restaurant the theatre trope frequented. It was an instant attraction and Johnny gave her his number along with the receipt. He was surprised to see her attending the college too (she was a business major). They dated for two years and got married the year he got his first lead role. 
- Being very lucky, Johnny got his big break after two years of working minor roles. At twenty-two, he was a major character- comedic but badass sidekick to the main character- in an action, thriller movie because the directors were impressed by his martial arts and quick wit. The film’s major success and good reception to his character led to his first film as the lead.
- Johnny treats every staff member involved in his movies very well. He always thanks the make-up artists, costume designers, and prop designers for their towards him and his scenes. Interns love him because he treats them like humans- asks about their day and thanks them for their work- instead of errand boys. After filming, he always brings them a box of donuts as a celebration. Even the scriptwriter and stunt coordinator like him since, rather than rudely demanding changes, Johnny works to collaborate with them to make his scenes (and sometimes the movie) better. The only people who disliked Johnny were the directors and it was out of bitterness that most of Johnny’s ideas were better than the original premise. 
- After five years of successful movies and a large, loyal fanbase, Johnny’s career started dwindling fast because the action/martial arts genre stopped trending at the box office and directors believed Johnny was incapable of portraying roles other than witty, comedic action characters. Though, he wanted to try more serious roles and genres other than action and martial arts movies but was scared his fans wouldn’t like it and abandon him. 
- This significant drop in his career caused Johnny’s depression to worsen and used alcohol to escape the stress and pain. His wish to rejuvenate his career became an obsession where he would rarely sleep, only focus on work, and neglect his relationship, especially his marriage. These issues and his unwillingness to recognize how damaging they are were the last straw for Cris. 
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pomplalamoose · 1 year ago
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Do u have any thoughts abt how make out sessions would go with luke? I know that he’s busy defeating the galactic empire and all but when they have hours of time when traveling in space things lead verkram places…
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I totally do because I think about this a normal amount of time👀👀
• one of Luke's love languages is definitely physical touch 
• he likes to make sure you are standing/sitting/laying/walking right beside him at any given time 
• so if he has a chance to get you alone, you can be sure he will make good use of that time
• and what better chance is there while you're traveling through space together 
• if you are not already with him as soon as there is no need to constantly check the controls anymore, he will come looking for you
• if you're not in the mood for a make out session, he's the last one to make you feel bad about it 
• but when he finds you already waiting for him with an expectant look on your face, that man gets excited 
• often you try and manoeuver the both of you in a more comfortable position or to your room before he basically jumps you
• you are rarely successful
• to him it doesn't really matter where you are
• most often you'll find yourself sandwiched between him and a wall or with your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on your ass
• for a Jedi, Luke has surprisingly little self restraint or patience when it comes to you 
• (unless he's teasing you; it drives you insane)
• so you can imagine how hard it is to eventually come to an end once he has started getting his fingers all over you 
• he could go on forever and probably would if there weren't galaxies to safe and evil Emperors to defeat 
• depending on how long he went without being able to kiss you (he's really dramatic about that sometimes), you won't be able to properly breathe for a few minutes with how wildly he is practically devouring you 
• you can't even pull away because of how tightly he is pressing you to his strong body 
• (he makes sure you're not fainting by checking in on you with the Force of course, he'd hate to make you uncomfortable)
• if you are of rather petite build your feet will be dangling in the air 
• if you're taller than him he'll climb you like a tree
• eventually, when both of you need to come up for air, he'll cover your face and neck, everything he's able to reach quickly, with kisses
• they range from chaste little pecks to wet licks 
• sometimes he gets so lost in the moment he bites you
• when you yelp he'll laugh and either do it again or kiss you to make it better; you can never stay upset with him 
• due to his enthusiasm I imagine his kisses to be very sloppy and open mouthed at the beginning 
• once he manages to get himself under control and concentrates on getting you all hot and bothered, you'll feel your knees weaken 
• you don't know how he does it, when he really puts his mind to it, he's a very good kisser
• he will loosen his iron grip and let his broad hands roam over your body, knowing exactly where you like to be touched 
• they'll quickly make a bee line towards your tits though 
• it doesn't matter what size they are (I'm mostly saying that to console myself tbh); to Luke all tits are good tits and yours he likes in particular
• Luke isn't shy to be loud
• even when you are just making out he can't swallow his moans
• you are never sure whether he really enjoys himself this immensely or if he simply likes the way his sounds make you blush 
• he is a tease after all and while he hasn't gotten you to admit it yet, he knows it turns you on 
• so much 
• "you like that, huh?"
• afterwards he likes to admire your swollen lips and how messy you always end up looking 
• he'll trail after you when you leave to fix your hair and clothes 
• to him it's very relaxing, nearly hypnotizing, to watch the way you brush out your hair and re apply parfume while he's resting on your bed
• however don't make the mistake of turning to him for a last kiss
• he'll seize the opportunity to destroy your efforts all over again
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