#now i'm gonna go cry again LMAO

[lord-squiggletits]

Pharma's place in a Functionist society (headcanon)

So I've talked in some previous posts about all the reasons that Pharma isn't a functionist because canon never showed him espousing functionist ideals + he's actually in a place to be a victim of functionism. And I've been working on a Pharma-centric oneshot that made me put into words the best metaphor I can think of for Pharma's relationship with Functionism:

He doesn't support Functionism, but is simultaneously a beneficiary of it and also marginalized by it, because his position of being forged both a doctor and a jet basically turns him into a "token minority" of sorts.

I know that sounds kind of silly or maybe like a clumsy political allegory, but hear me out. There are a couple facts about Pharma and the circumstances of his forging that put him at the crossroads between privilege and marginalization within Functionism:

Tyrest says that Pharma was "famous for being forged." Not famous for being a forged medic-- otherwise surely Ratchet would be just as noteworthy-- but famous for being FORGED. But also, note that this is an opinion that SOCIETY had about Pharma, not something that Pharma espouses about himself. (For the sake of an example, Pharma isn't Starscream, who has an explicit, deep-seated need for others' love and approval. Pharma himself doesn't express any opinions on his own popularity or convey that fame/adoration is something he wants.)

Functionism on Cybertron held that if someone was born with a certain alt-mode, they can/should only have certain jobs. For people born with flight alt-modes, those people were almost always regulated to military or transportation/courier jobs

SIMULTANEOUSLY, Pharma was forged with medic hands, which under a Functionist society were viewed as the peak of medical care and all the best doctors were forged or at least had a "special something" that non-forged hands lacked (according to Ratchet).

So taken in combination, this means that from the moment of Pharma's birth, he straddled a line of Functionism between two different "predestined" paths for him, where he was simultaneously forged to be a doctor and also forged to fly, fitting into BOTH of these categories despite norms of Functionism which say you're one or the other. And I speculate that the reason Pharma is "famous for being forged" is precisely because of those lines he straddles: his very existence is a contradiction, but he was also FORGED that way. The same creed that dictated the two different functions of "hands" and "alt-mode" also says that Pharma should be what he was born to be. What he was born to be was a forged medic jet.

In my opinion, I think that being "famous for being forged" is sort of like a token-minority situation for Pharma, where perhaps Pharma was seen as a curiosity or even something exotic, not just as a person. Maybe because he was a jet and people assumed jets were only soldiers/transportation, a lot of his achievements were put in the light of "Oh, he's a really amazing doctor, for a jet" or "It's crazy that he's a doctor AND a jet at the same time". The attention Pharma received for the unique circumstances of his birth WAS positive, but it would've likely been framed in a bit of a condescending way, as if Pharma is noteworthy and famous not for being a good doctor, but for being a good doctor despite being born a jet.

So I would say that as far as Pharma's personal experience with Functionism, he simultaneously experienced privilege and marginalization. He enjoyed the privileges of being a medic while avoiding the restrictions of being a flight frame. However, a lot of the idolization and attention he received would have also come from a place of tokenizing Pharma: he's "famous for being forged," because in this society he's defying expectations merely for existing as himself. That is to say, Pharma in a Functionist society wasn't treated as remarkable because of who he is as a person and how hard he worked to be a good doctor; he was treated as remarkable for the circumstances of his forging, something he had no control over and can't change, and apparently Pharma being a forged medic jet is such a noteworthy origin that he's "famous" for it.

The above paragraph is purely headcanon, of course, but I like to imagine that part of Pharma's reason for having a big ego isn't out of simple vanity or insecurity, but because of a sort of "gifted student" syndrome, in a sense. From the moment he was forged he was treated as a rarity and an incredible phenomenon, and he would have had to work incredibly hard to be seen as "an incredible doctor" in his own right rather than just "that forged medic jet." Maybe, as a jet, he also had something to prove; he had to show to a Functionist society that being a jet doesn't make him an inferior doctor and that his alt-mode has nothing to do with his skills at his profession.

That is to say, I don't think Pharma would have been openly anti-Functionist, or had many opinions about it at all. I actually lean towards the interpretation that Pharma basically saw himself as getting lucky with the way he was forged and being content with the fact that he'd managed to carve out a reputation for himself as being incredibly skilled. However, Pharma not getting involved politically in Functionism doesn't change the fact that he WOULD have had a very complicated relationship with Functionism, in that alt-mode discrimination would have had an effect on him even though he was in the scientific/medical class and supposedly privileged.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also was revisiting a little bmc bway interview ft. william last night & him saying his favorite part of the show was probably doing the agtikbi reprise scene on the couch at the party & mentioning the Nonverbal aspect of jeremy & christine's interacting / communicating there & a way of exploring/depicting Love & Affection in a way you don't always see everywhere and like aaaarghhhhh so true good lord that specific scene. and Again the bway obcr version Existing and being like that, it's just like. winded exhale yeah obsessed 5ever thank you all

[toastsnaffler]

I have an interview tmr for a possible teaching assistant job. but I realllyyyy really don't want to fucking go

[theflyingfeeling]

stupid stupid stupid stupid I am so fucking stupid

(LONG rant in the tags. originally a little longer still but apparently there were too many tags so tumblr deleted the rest lol)

[genderfluid-druid]

So that's that.

[tardis--dreams]

My favorite thing is people saying something like "I hope you're feeling a little better now?" when i have to admit i couldn't do something due to health issues. Like. I don't. But for the sake of not making this awkward, yes of course i feel a lot better now

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

went back and discovered we got Sam around May 2007 as best as we can tell, and we believe she was born in December 2006

which means I was 6 years old when I got her

and now I’m almost 22 and she’s just passed on today.

what a fucking incredible cat. a member of the family. there with me from pretty much the start of primary school to my first year working full time. there during my whole growth period from little kid to adult. no fucking wonder her loss hits hard. may she rest in peace.

[dan-crimes]

I love angst I love making characters suffer thru the Horrors™️ but I gotta admit I've become a huge sucker for wholesome moments like I use to casually enjoy them like whatever I could wave them off but now I'm almost gettin teary-eyed over the things

[the-acid-pear]

First mental breakdown i suffered in the streets after a while, gotta make sure to keep the habit! Gotta make sure to make everyone's day a little bit more interesting 😋

I have a terrible headache and I'm struggling to breath tho. And my knees are going weak, i basically had to drag myself home.

[kuiinncedes]

ive been getting too much coffee ;-;

[osmiabee]

Forever losing my mind about this one rendition of Constant Craving that we used to sing in my tiny school chamber choir that is now absolutely nowhere to be found.

I cannot even begin to explain how beautiful it was, stripped back and slowed down. No instruments just 8 voices all with separate parts that came together in the most gorgeous kind of harmonious dissonance. The clashes would start slow and gentle and gradually build until they buzzed and grated against each other like a swarm in a hive and you would genuinely feel the hum of 7 other voices in your chest until out of nowhere the tension would snap, and we'd drop back down into silence or a single note.

It felt like the shaky, desperate gasp of air after crying. The desperate relief of air in your lungs. I've never found anything else like it since.

It's my favourite choral piece in the world but only a handful of people have ever even heard it...

[beforeimdeceased]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF CRYBABY

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT7

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: make it go away…

warnings: cunnilingus + fingering (r!recieving)

a/n: oh wow. oh wow. this was actually quite fun to write and i wanted to cry half way through because ironically enough my ex is being mean to me lmao 😭 i’m trying to cut contact and she’s just teasing me like “oh is she really leaving this time? really??” i’ve had ENOUGH

And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in

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the party is nothing like their usual after parties, but to be fair, you hadn’t been to one of these in months. crowds of people in their best clothes grinding against each other. dina onstage djing while jesse dances behind her. whispering sweet things in her ear. you spot a clear target in the crowd and walk down the stairs towards her.

flashing hues of red, blue, green, and purple cloud your vision as you struggle to approach abby. she decided to show her fucking face again, remembering she was your ride back home. once you push through everyone, you tap her broad shoulder and pull her to the side.

“where you been?” you lean against her, clearly gone. not in an intoxicated way, but a mental way. she could see it in your face. in your eyes. in the sunken areas underneath. in the way you were leaning like you were in pain. you fix your posture, putting more walls up. you could tell she was seeing through you.

“are you okay?” she furrows her brows, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. you dodge it. “why the fuck wouldn’t i be?” you spat. she places the tips of her index and thumb finger on the bridge of her nose, scrunching her face, and sighs. “i should’ve never said that to you. i was still mad at ellie and i took it out on you. i’m sorry—“

“oh fuck it. who cares? everybody keeps treating me like a punching bag and you know what? punching bags don’t have feelings. i don’t want to feel anymore i just—“

she’s looking at you horrified now. watching ellie take full effect over you. all her cruelty submerging itself into your brain. slowly acting as a parasite on the you she used to know. pieces of that girl were being lost. she was watching it happen in real time.

“i—fuck i need to get you out of here.”

“but i just got here abs. and we haven’t seen ellie—“

as if it was on cue, ellie appears from a gap in the crowd. her eyes meet yours, and she rushes over to you as she watches abby wrap her arms around you and try to lead you out.

“wait. let me talk to her.” ellie grabs your arm.

“you better fucking let go or you’re gonna loose all your fucking fingers.” abby chimes up, pulling you towards her. ellie laughs. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you only get one of those. and that was it.”

“oh really?”

“guys seriously.” you pull out of both of their grasps. “enough. i’m not a fucking baby. everybody always treats me like i’m some fucking fragile fucking baby. fuck off.” you look between the two of them. “we’re at a goddamn party, so let’s party.”

the music is louder than it was before. you let it take over your body, taking one of each girls hands into your own and leading them into the crowd. body grinding against them to the beat of the song.

“listen, i really need to talk to you!” ellie yells over it. abby is behind you snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her. maneuvering her body to move the way yours was. “no way in hell is that happening.” she yells back for you.

ellie’s thinking about how hard she wants to punch her. while she’s looking at the way she’s holding you. while you’re smiling. while she balls her fist up and her knuckles turn white. while her breathing starts to calm when she focuses on your hand still in hers, prompting you to dance.

“we’ll talk after this then, okay? at the hotel?” her tone is hopeful.

she’s being such a party pooper. prying you for an answer, making it hard for you to enjoy the moment. you feel a rush of emotions creeping in. another memory, another after party.

a very unhappy ellie that’s made a simple mistake onstage. an unnoticeable strum of the wrong string. it was fucking her up. she was drunkenly stumbling around until someone had started to help her sober up. then she stumbled across you. sweet, angelic, kind, perfect and happy you. enjoying the fucking party. ofcourse, you’d left crying that night.

you feel the tears welling up but you swallow them down. “fine let’s go talk ellie, since you’re begging so fucking much. i’ll be right back abs.” you reply.

she leads you to a secluded bathroom in the far back. holding your hand and dragging you along like purse. she closes and locks the door, leaning against it.

there are fucking tears threatening to spill, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks up. “i don’t—fuck i don’t know what i’ve done to you.”

you scoff.

“no i mean i do. i fucked you up. fuck. how do i fix it? what do you want me to do?”

you’re transported back again. another bathroom, holding ellie as she cries into you. switches to screaming at you, then crying into you again. blaming you for the guitar string mistake. blaming you for her forgetting the lyrics onstage. telling you that you’re truly useless, and she has no idea why dina and jesse drag you around with them.

why won’t it go away?

“make it go away.” you look into her glossy eyes. interlocking your fingers with hers and looking up at her with desperate eyes. a little bit of the old you slipping in before your face molds into a devious expression.

“make it fuzzy. make me forget. make it go away.”

she’s confused at first, and then she laughs cockily. she’s laughing as you pull her closer. she’s laughing as she pushes you up against the counter with a fervor, finding your low grunt of pleasure pure ecstasy.

her lips crash into yours, hands grappling into your waist. “i’m sorry.” she pulls away then dives back in. “i’m sorry.” she kisses your cheek. “i’m so fucking stupid.” she kisses your jawline. “let me fuck all of this away, okay?” she whispers into your ear.

your mind is growing fuzzy with her hands all over you. tugging up your shirt to kiss and lick and smile against your skin, down your chest to your stomach. tugging on your pants and your underwear. spreading your legs, pushing them apart before attaching her lips to your dripping cunt. tongue slipping in between your folds spreading your wetness to your clit.

you slip your hands into her messy hair, tugging when she sucks harder. slapping her tongue against your bud. the vibration of her humming hard against your heat. she’s eating you out and she’s being so fucking sloppy with it. she’s making a mess of you. making your legs tremble underneath you. you hadn’t realized you’d been crying out for her. actually crying. tears of pleasure were spilling down your face as you moaned her name.

she pulls away when she realizes, hands cupping your face to wipe them away. “i’m making you cry again.” she states.

you open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by a moan getting pushed out of your throat when her fingers slip into your sloppy sopping hole. curved to hit a spot that was pure euphoria. better than drugs. better than revenge. you were intoxicated. feeling a knot in your stomach start to build as ellie stares into your teary eyes.

she looks like she’s about to say something but she chooses to kiss you instead. on your forehead. on your neck. on your tear stained cheeks. on your pouted lips.

in, out. in, out. at an unsympathetic pace, she’s pounding into you so hard you can’t think. she’s doing exactly what she promised. she’s making it all fuzzy for you. she’s helping you forget. she’s helping you feel something other than pain.

you feel yourself coming undone, throwing your head back as you reach your peak. her lips are at your ear as she whispers softly.

“there you go baby. i got you. it’s okay. i’m sorry. just let it go.”

and you do. you let it all melt away as the pleasure pins and needles run up and down your body. as your eyes roll back. as you forget. forget the hurt. forget the past. forget how to feel.

[toastsnaffler]

ughf. maybe I should just stay at home until the new year by this point.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen deal with their s/o crying on their period

requested by @weird-bookworm

notes: everyone really likes the period reactions lmao. tw for menstruation symptoms, reader therefore has a uterus

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seungcheol, seungkwan

is genuinely blinking tears out of his eyes when you come to him in tears telling him it just hurts so much. buries you into his embrace and lets you cry for as long as you want to. will totally be willing to listen and let you rant, either about the thing that's made you emotional or about the fact that the world is gonna end soon if humanity keeps on destroying the environment as much as they're doing right now. definitely ends up crying with you, and now you're both a sobbing mess but it's okay because you'll end the day all soft and in need of comfort, curling up on the sofa and watching your favourite shows until you both feel better again

jeonghan, joshua, wonwoo, minghao

sososo worried when he finds you in your bed, crying your eyes out while watching a video. thinks that something terrible has happened to you or that someone's said something, and he will seriously call in seungcheol to come fight whoever hurt you if you don't tell him within ten seconds. coddles you and pets your hair and offers to buy you chocolate and bury you under cushions and pull up a bath for you. will do anything to stop your tears, whether that be by embarrassing himself and making you laugh or by hugging you and kissing away your tears until you stop crying because god forbid his darling has to be sad for a minute longer

junhui, hoshi, chan

tripping over every possible surface to rush to you with a box of tissues the moment he hears you begin to sob. has definitely vaulted over the sofa before to get to you when you suddenly appeared in the doorway with tears in your eyes. is worried beyond belief, puffs his chest and goes "who do i need to fight 😤" while you cry into the tissues he's handing you. you go "me" and he's all "??? i'm not fighting you what's wrong???". might be a bit confused, but definitely has his arms ready for you to fall into when you descend into sobs again. needs to be reminded every time that your period can cause these periods of intense emotions where you just suddenly start crying, but he gets an A+ for how he deals with it. 

woozi, mingyu, dokyeom, hansol

starts making fake-crying noises when you suddenly burst into tears. it makes you laugh and hit him for making fun of you before you then promptly starting to cry even harder because it's not funny he shouldn't make fun of you you're seriously really upset :((( properly consoles you after making fun tho, and makes those cooing noises and wrapping you in his arms and petting your hair. he's still laughing while trying to help you calm down tho. asks you if there's anything you need, if there's anything you want him to do, and tells you of course he's gonna do everything his baby wants, anything at all

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[lightseoul]

cw. gn!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up, slightly suggestive themes, some cursing

a/n. i'm currently watching criminal minds w my sister. it's addicting lmao

“Why do you even watch this shit?”

You don’t spare the blonde a glance, keeping your eyes trained on the TV screen in front of you.

“Hey.”

Something pokes at your side, which you can only assume to be his finger.

You frown. “Quit it, Kats. I’m trying to focus here.”

“Wha—”

Bakugou splutters unintelligibly in response, before heaving a heavy sigh from where he’s seated beside you.

You don’t need to look at him to know he’s sporting that infamous scowl.

“What’s the point of inviting me over if you’re just gonna watch a fucked up crime show?”

At that, you promptly hit pause on the remote and spin to face him.

“What’s with you and Criminal Minds?”

“‘Criminal Minds’?” he sneers, “Man, even the title is lame.”

You don’t even feign offense.

You know where he’s getting at.

Getting there is the fun part.

“Really, babe,” you make it a point to set aside the remote and fully turn your torso to look at him straight. His scowl eases a little.

“What’s with you and Criminal Minds?” you repeat.

“Nothin’,” he waves off vaguely, breaking eye contact. “Just sayin’ you could be doing other better things.”

“Like what?”

A short pause.

“I dunno,” he says, frowning, after a few seconds. “Just—not staring at a TV.”

You smile despite yourself. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

His eyebrow twitches at the sight of your shit-eating grin. “Hah?”

“You know,” you scooch closer to him and let your hand fall on his knee, gently rubbing it, “You can just ask.”

He eyes you for a moment as he stirs uncomfortably in his seat, trying not to catch much attention at the fact that he’s adjusting his shorts.

Your vision follows his hand, and you can’t help but chuckle at the gesture.

“Shut up.”

At that, you guffaw, “What? I didn’t say anything.”

He shoves you lightly, “You were laughing at me, dumbass.”

You gleam at him. “Because you got semi-hard just with a rub?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He shoves you again, slightly harder now. When you look back at him, a faint pinkish hue now decorates his cheeks.

“I’m just kidding!” you cry when you catch sight of his devious glare.

“You better shut your trap.”

“I will,” you reassure him as you face the screen again, much to his dismay. “Because I’m going to finish this episode.”

“Oh, fucking hell.”

[tardis--dreams]

Girl you gotta write your term paper and not cry about your poor life choices