#Because they are incredible different types in terms of servos

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@sphnyspinspin YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO INSPIRE AN ARTIST 😫 /pos

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On Borrowed Time - MTMTE Megatron x Reader

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Synopsis: With the verdict of the trial looming over head, and the fact that humans don't live that long, you decide there isn't any time to lose, and to make things official with Megatron while you still have the chance.

(contains original poetry written with love, and conjunx ritus! :^D )

Notes: kaixo i wanna marry Megatron and nothing will stop me. also if you didn't catch it the title is a play on political/philosophical treatises being often called "On ______".

While Megatron was at a meeting, you had hit the bar. It was one of your favorite spots on the ship, right next to windowsill down the hall. You sat atop the counter, listening to Rewind and Chromedome spin you a tale about Prowl. They brought up that their story happened around the time they'd just gone through with conjunx ritus. You perked up at the unfamiliar term. Conjunx Endura you were familiar with,however, you had never heard of the former.

“Uh, sorry, alien here. What's Conjunx Ritus?” You piped up, awkwardly raising a hand.

“It’s the steps bots take to become conjunx endurae.” Chromedome replied, his partner nodding in agreement. Ok. Robot marriage proposals.

“There are acts to it, four actually. Act of Intimacy, Act of Disclosure, Act of Profference, and then the Act of Devotion.” Rewind added. Cybertronian culture and customs were fascinating, you had always thought that, but the nature of this sparked a particular interest. You tentatively took the risk of pressing a little further.

“Okay, so Intimacy, what is that? I mean I know what that is to humans but, uh…” You trailed off, face burning. You felt awfully gauche for asking, but it was a valid question. What was intimate to a human might be different than what was intimate to a cybertronian.

“Prolonged contact. It is what you make of it.” Chromedome tilted his helm down to his and Rewind’s interlocked fingers.

  “And Act of Disclosure is basically sharing something about yourself; something personal that usually doesn’t paint you in the best light. Profference is a meaningful gift, and the last part, Devotion, is done by the bot the initiator is courting.” Rewind took the wheel on the explanation. You wondered who had initiated their rite. Rewind’s lively personality made sense for him to take the reigns in things, but you could see Chromedome be more willing to open his heart to him. “If they accept the rite, then they perform an act of selflessness. Something that really shows the other they love them.”

“I see, thanks you two.” You nodded earnestly and for the rest of the story, couldn’t help but fidget. The second they finished, you made haste in excusing yourself. You didn’t tell them, but were going to speak to Megatron asap.

“You know they’re going to-”

“Yeah, I know. I figured it was better that they asked us than, I don’t know, Whirl or something.”

Megatron and you had been a thing for a while now, and there was… a lot to be said about that. Not that you cared anyways, you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you had no regrets. Life, you had figured, was too short for regrets. You with your miniscule human lifespan, couldn't afford to be held back by any shame or fear. Your only option was to shoot your shot. Which you did, and we're planning to do once more.

Megatron had a dark history. His faction had carried out acts of hatred towards your kind, but he has since renounced the ideology he once led with a blazing banner. The moment he met you, the Lost Light’s human liaison, he commited one last act of murder: He held technoism ideology under the water until it stopped thrashing. Guilt had fueled him to avoid you, but you extended friendship towards him. And thus he befriended you. Time passed and friendship turned to fondness. Techoism had its grave defiled.

Still, you figured that he still may never truly be comfortable with human customs, despite his newfound respect for them. You took it from the strange, wide-eyed look he had given a proposal during some cheesy romcom at one of Swerve’s movie nights you’d dragged him to. However, you were ready to compromise, and were more than fascinated by this cybertronian equivalent. Fascinated enough to follow through with it while you had the time in this life to do so.

  “Megatron?” You heard the hab suite door slide open and heavy steps trod in.

“Surprisingly.” He replied, a smile crinkling the worm edges of his crimson optics. At the sight of him enveloping the space in the room, you grinned. Seeing him approach was like watching a sunrise.

“Megatron I… I have a question.” You scampered towards the edge of his desk. He sat down and offered you his hand to climb onto.

“Yes, little one, what is it?”  He lifted you gently to his shoulder and began filing a report.

“Have you uh,” You paused, reading the dry statement over his shoulder. “Ever gone thought about becoming conjunx endura? I was, um, learning about conjunx ritus earlier.” You mumbled, twiddling your thumbs and tucking yourself against his armor plating. He froze, his typing stopping short and you could hear the mechanisms in his optics dilate as his eyes widened.

“I…. (y/n),” He scooped you up carefully from his shoulders and held you in front of him in large servos. The old mech looked shocked, full of hope and disbelief. “Do you even know what that entails?”

  You nodded slowly, staring up at him. His eyes were wild, and you could glimpse the bloody war that raged on behind them. You felt his guilt and the deep set disgust towards himself all clashing with an aching longing, and the thrill of what you were proposing. The battle between what he wanted and what he felt he deserved was unending.

“I do. I’ve thought it over a lot, actually, I’ve thought long and hard about it but I realize… I realize that I don’t really have to? I already know what I want. If that’s something you’d be okay with, I’m ready as soon as you are.”

His stunned stare descended into a chuckle, like he’d just understood a joke. He seemed merely amused by your offer, as if deciding that you simply didn’t know the gravity of what you were saying. Just a silly human; as usual, not knowing what you were talking about. You hated more than anything when bots thought that about you, and you only wilted more as he looked away.

“(Y/n), I don’t know how you think I deserve you.” He rasped, his voice heavy, and the foundations beneath your feet began to falter. You squeezed your partner’s thumb, both as to balance yourself and comfort him.

  “Megatron, look at me.” You sighed, standing taller in determination. He did as you said, the worry lines above his brow deepening as he peered down at you. “I know you. You must think that I don’t because I haven’t... I don’t know, fled? Is that what you think I’d do? Flee? Megatron, I want you to understand that I saw the worst of you before I even met you, and I still find myself here, asking you to ma- to be my conjunx. Please, you don’t have to be afraid. You know we both don’t have the time to.”

He was stunned. His deep silver lips hung open in shock and awe. You kept a face of resolve, until it faltered into concern, and after more excruciating moments of silence, fell limp into a piteous frown. The sting of rejection had began to sink into your chest.

“(Y/n).” His deep voice jolted you to reality. “Are you sure?” It was all he could say.

“Yes.” It was all you needed to say.

This was incredibly taboo.

  Two days after your conversation with Megatron and you were hauling a sack containing a datapad down the halls of the Lost Light. You didn’t want to try too hard, but you couldn’t help wanting to make yourself look presentable. You decided a tie was far too formal, but a blazer? That’d work. That and some slacks, and the nicest shoes you’d saved from home. You had combed your hair back. Then forward. Then back again as you couldn’t pinpoint which looked better. Looking decidedly sharp, you timed the start of your trek with the end of Megatron’s shift.

You passed Rodimus by down the hall, and he spun on his heel, and walked instead beside you.

“(Y/n), you look nice! Any particular reason?” There was an edge to his voice, and the force behind his smile was more audible in each syllable.

“I’m bringing this datapad to Megatron.” It wasn’t a lie, that was what you were doing, but you could tell by his tensed grin that it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“Really! Because he was looking really nice today too. He buffed and everything, did you know that? Hm?” He bent down as he talked down at you.

“Really? Huh.” You smiled to yourself, giddy that Megatron had decided as well to, in the cybertronian equivalent, dress for the event, and for you.

“Okay, (y/n), seriously, what’s going on?” Rodimus stopped with with his pede. You glared and walked around it.

“Rod, chill.” You sighed. His wings perked in indigance.

“Don’t tell me to chill! You know I hate being told to chill!” His fists snapped to his hips. You groaned, turned around.

“Rodimus, please, I’m going to be late. I really want to be on time for this. I’ll talk to you later, okay? I don’t want to keep him waiting.” You pleaded, your feet tapping in soft impatience. He gave you a scrutinizing squint, but yielded.

“Okay, fine. But later? I want to know what’s going on.” He huffed and continued down the halls. You did as well, making haste towards hab suite 113.

  The gargantuan doors slid open for you at the press of a tiny button installed at the foot of the entrance. He had been pacing, and stopped in his tracks to turn to you. Rodimus was right, he looked breathtaking. His dark gray armor was clean and robust, and the dim lights of his room haloed around him.

He didn’t look too much different; you honestly might not even had noticed if it hadn’t already been pointed out. The change was so very subtle, but that only further delighted you. He still looked authentic. He still looked like himself.

“Hi love, sorry to keep you waiting.” You chirped, and slid the bag underneath his desk for later. You approached him, and he took you in his hands to his seat in the corner of his room.

“No need to apologize,” Megatron sat down and placed you delicately down on the windowsill. The window was round and uncomfortable to stand upon, but it didn't matter; you were reclining between his thumb and fore digit anyways.

“You look nice tonight.” You said, nestling in and giving his hand a kiss. The mech smiled.

“As do you, my dear.” He chuckled, the tip of his finger nudging at your polished shoes. “Fancy choice in clothing, what's the occasion?”

You grinned in response, shifting in his servo.

“You.” You replied simply, earning another rumble of laughter from the mech. When he laughed, pride was not the word you were looking for.

You leaned forward, sitting up and the intent in your body language compelled the mech to bring you close to his face. He brought you near, to listen to any secret you'd whisper or question you'd ask or… Or to receive a kiss you'd place on a set of lips that nearly measured your wingspan. Megatron suddenly found himself wishing he’d mass displaced to a form small enough to be able to return the gesture.

It was chaste, but loving; and when you pulled back to stare up at him, you looked nothing short of enraptured.

“I really hope one day you could feel half as loved as you are. I don't know how to say it any other way, I just… adore you. I know how you think you don't deserve it, I hear it in how you speak, I read it in the words you write.” You stood in his hand to look him in the eyes and press your forehead to his. “But we're both on borrowed time, and while we're both here, I want us to be happy.”

You heard the distinct clicks and whirrs of Megatron’s bodily mechanisms, the sound and feeling of his servos trembling underneath you, and his optics shut beneath knitted brows.

“But, before that, can I tell you something… less than happy?” You leaned back into his hand and he opened his eyes, nodding as he pursed his lips, a shaky exvent escaping him.

“Something happened once. It was, gosh how many years ago was it… (X) years? (Y) years…? (X) years, I don't know, it was a long time ago for me at least. At least, it felt like it. You know how it is for humans. Whenever it was, I remember one thing: It was my fault it happened.” You rubbed a hand over his wrist, fondly tracing the seams of his servos. You didn't bother to steel yourself for this story; this was meant to be vulnerable. This was meant to be intimate.

You couldn't keep from crying as your story came to fruition. The deep vulnerability cut you open by the belly and you were helpless to spilling your guts. The bruising shame flowered through you, but you laid it all out before him. You forced yourself not to turn away from him as you spoke, and you saw the deepest pits of your soul reflected back at you in a kaleidoscope.

“I felt disgusted with myself, I still do,” You gulped, blinking back the tears that blurred your vision. “But I realize I can't do anything to change what happened. No matter how I say the story, it doesn't change its meaning. I have to live with it. I have to live with knowing I could have done something about it, but I gave up. I was scared and fickle and stupid.”

You grimaced you rubbed your eyes, the low burn of raw skin making you squint. You took a deep, ragged breath, rubbing comforting circles over Megatron’s shaking servo below you.

“I’ve felt like that for a while but… It’s different with you. I’m not scared. I’ve never been more devoted. And…” You smiled up at him. “I think meeting you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done. You’re genuinely the best part of my life, I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you, and… Do you wanna let me down real quick?”

Quickly Megatron nods and helps you to the floor. Feeling his stare on your back like a spotlight, you rush with your heart in your throat to his desk.

“I feel like I put it better into writing.” You sniffed and chuckled. “Here, I made this for you.” As he lifts you and the offering to eye level, you uncover the datapad. Megatron glanced at you, then the gift, and pressed a gentle kiss to your teary face before slipping the tablet out of the covering. He cleared his throat.

“May I?” He murmured, and you nodded. He smiled, deepening the creases in his aged face. The mech gazed softly then at your writing in his servo, his low lidded optics two warm, red eclipses. He took to reciting your poem in a gentle rumble you could feel like distant thunder in your bones.

  “To Which The Sun Does Set.

Go nearer now, with earnest great

To where the sun does set.

Come to me all bound in fate,

The same as when we met.

  Though change daily we might,

As many phases mold its face

High silver metamorph of night

Thus may retain his former grace.

And may he exude it during quest

Marching onward, onward yet

His hand in mine we gently rest

In the place which the sun does set.”

  Megatron fell silent, the final stanza falling from him and descending into the ambient hum of ship engines.

“(Y/n),” He croaked. “This is incredible. You’re incredible.” He lifted you closer to him, and you stood eagerly to meet the deep sweeps of his lip plating. He took to peppering tender kisses atop your head, dipping then below your chin. You stifled a squeal as lips nudges your chest and stomach. It tickled, and you couldn’t help but jolt helplessly and laugh against his smile.

“I love you so much.” He murmured into your torso, his aquiline nose snug atop your shoulder. You hugged his jaw, grinning deeply with your cheek pressed to his. You returned words of adoration, and heard the slight click of his optics closing completely. He held you there for what felt like an eternity, the deep drum in your chest in sync with the pulsating of his spark.

You thought at this moment you’d be scared, or relieved that the hardest part was over. He accepted your disclosure and your profference. But instead, you found yourself immersed in the sound his ancient sentio metallico made as you ran your palm over his cheek.

You felt him shift and you stood back as he pulled away to look at you.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

You nod.

Sitting safe upon his shoulder, you watched the hallway lights pass by in tune with the heavy clunks of Megatron’s footsteps. A few mechs passed by, offering the greeting of disgusted grimaces and hateful whispers. For the first time, you didn’t hear them. If Megatron did, you couldn’t tell. He was busy keeping his eyes forward, his expression kind and focused.

He slowed to a stop, and you heard curious muttering down the halls. You were lifted from his shoulder and placed onto none other than your favorite spot on the ship. The largest window with the widest ledge. The windowsill was broad enough for you to stand comfortably on- hell, you could dance on it if you wanted. Not to mention the best part was the view: always of the brilliant cosmos. It thrilled your inner stargazer to be able to watch the stars and planets pass by.

You scampered down from Megatron’s servo, stopping yourself with a palm against the glass, turning around to see the glowing pepper of galaxy reflected against his chrome frame. This view beat that of the universe by a landslide. As The Lost Light traveled through space, it passed by a red dwarf star, and the corridor flooded in florid hue.

“(Y/n),” Megatron’s gravelly voice whispered down to you through the scarlet haze. “Decades ago, I’d never had been able to fathom myself doing this. But my spark, I know, was forged to be yours. I love you, and I love your humanity . And I know all the questions on my mind, you are the answer to. But I have but one more inquiry, and I’m certain only you can answer this for me.”

He got down on one knee.

“(Y/n), will you marry me?”

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The Armoury of the Squat Leagues

RANGED WEAPONS:

*Shot Weapons - “Squats do regularly use simple ballistic weapons like other more primitive races do, however their mastery of metals allows them to use materials much more exotic than lead or copper for their projectiles. Their standard military armament involves weapons that fire high-density buckshot at their opponent with a high degree of stopping power yet little risk of collateral damage to starship internals or cavern walls.”

-Shot weapons range from commonly seen Shot Rifles, Shot Carbines and Shot Pistols to more specialized variants like the Shot Cannon and Auto-Shot Rifle to vehicle mounted versions like the Rotary Shot Cannon and the Heavy Rotary Shot Cannon.

-The League of Thor has developed a special type of ammunition for their shot rifles: Slug Rounds. Sacrificing the spread of the buckshot rounds for more Armor Penetration, they are most commonly used amongst Thor’s own Longbeard Ranger scouts and their specially made Slug Rifles and Slug Pistols.

(tl;dr the Squats main weapons are basically AA-12s of varying sizes and barrel lengths)

-Combi-Weapons: The Squats also make common use of combi-weapons, only using their own shot weaponry instead of a boltgun. Another key difference is that the Squat combi-weapons can be made from either Shot Rifles or Shot Carbines. The Squats use Combi-Ion, Combi-Fusion, Combi-Seismic, and Combi-Coil weapons.

*Fusion Projectors - Fusion Projectors are remarkable flame based weapons that are both more elegant and potent than the flamers wielded by the other species of the galaxy. They can be used to incinerate a swath of targets like a regular flamer or focus their jet into a searing cutting arc. Fusion Projectors come in five sizes of both increasing power and energy consumption.

-These sizes are the Light Fusion Projector, which is pistol sized; the Fusion Projector, approximate the size of an Imperial Meltagun; the Heavy Fusion projector, roughly analogous to the Heavy Flamer or Multi-melta in terms of size; the Clearance Fusion Projector, which is commonly mounted on vehicles; and the Super-Heavy Fusion Projector, used on only the heaviest of vehicles.

Coil Weaponry - Squats have long worked and experimented with magnetism, a useful science to invest oneself into when one works with metal and electricity so frequently. Whereas the Tau's experiments into magnetic projectiles lead them down the path of railguns, the Squats wanted a weapon less temperamental, finding that the swift process of wearing that Railguns undergo made them undesirable. The coil gun, which operates under similar principles if different methods; proved to be more to their liking. Very capable of penetrating through armor, though their small projectile size meant that they impart little of their kinetic energy into a target, though it also means that they have rather manageable recoil, easily allowing the stout squats to fire them on the move.

-Their sizes range from the small Coil Pistols, to the SMG-like Coil Repeaters and the long-barrelled Coil Cannons, to the vehicle mounted Heavy and Super-Heavy Coil Cannons

* Squat Missiles and the Cyclone Missile Launcher - Squats can use explosive ordnance just as other races do, though their mastery of demolitions tends more towards civilian purposes rather than commonplace battlefield use. However, their technology is unique enough that the Imperium has attempted to duplicate some of their designs for their own use.

-The three most common missile types used in the Squat’s missile launchers are the standard Frag and Krak missiles, and the Mole Missile, which first launches into the air and then burrows under the earth before popping up in the middle of the target’s area, detonating and sending shrapnel around a certain area.

*Ion weaponry - Many Squats Leagues maintain a close relation with the Demiurg, offering the void-dwellers a reliable source of trade. One of the items the Squats received was Ion technology, which they received many millennia before it was been traded regularly with the Tau Empire. The Ion Weapons of the Squats may be appear to be older and less refined in design, but they are just as effective as those used by the Tau Empire. They also operate in the same manner, having two modes of fire: a Standard fire mode and an Overcharged variant.

-this class of weapons range from the Ion Pistol, Ion Rifle and Ion Cannon (which are the infantry weapons) to the vehicle-mounted Long-Barreled Ion Cannon and the super heavy Ion Annihilator

*Seismic/Tremor-weaponry - Immensely useful for the mining focused life styles of the squats due to their ability to casually shake apart even the hardest of earth without creating the heady smoke that a laser would, sonic technology is something the squats have thoroughly studied and developed. Though humans and Eldar also make use of the technology, the squats have made it a ubiquitous technology. Vibrations can create earthquakes or reshape the terrain, increase the effectiveness of melee weapons more cheaply than power fields, allow for easy subterranean ambushes, shake apart structures and vehicles, and reduce infantry to pulp.

-this class of weapon has no pistol variant, with Rifle, Cannon, Heavy Cannon and Lance variants existing. The Thudd Gun commonly used by their forces also utilized Seismic Technology, and the Vibro-Gun often used by Guild Engineers use a similar principle to Seismic weapons.

MELEE WEAPONS:

*Heavy Chainaxe - A larger and heavier versions of the traditional Chainaxe, these weapons hit much harder and deal serious wounds to anyone who is stupid enough to not bring proper protection. Originally designed during inter-hold Squat conflicts to deal with warriors armed in iridium-based armour, later they were re-purposed to combat heavily armoured non-Squats such as both Space Marines, Ork Warbosses, and Tau Battlesuits.

*Forge Weapons - These oversized weapons take the form of axes, hammers and occasionally greatswords. Made from alloys of magnesium they have a favorable tendency to spark when they strike a target, potentially setting them ablaze. However, due to the reactivity of such alloys the weapons require a great deal of care to maintain; therefore a Squat will take great pride in his Forge Weapon and will become greatly offended if the weapon is mistreated by others.

-Of all the leagues, the League of Vostarg most commonly uses Forge Weaponry, due to the areas of intense heat they live in and because Forge Weapons are often associated with Grimnir, as fire falls under his purview.

*Mining Tools - As incredibly prolific miners, a good deal of the mining equipment used by the Squats can also function as effective weapons of war. Drills, picks, saws and other assorted tools can break flesh, armor and vehicle hulls just as easily as solid rock. These tools are the Rock Cutter, Rock Drill, Rock Saw, Lascutter, Power Pick, and Demolition Charges.

*Macro-Hammer - These sophisticated hammers incorporate a number of nano-sized warp portals in the hammer-head that burst on contact, causing a localized warp disruption. How they are able to accomplish this utterly insane feat nobody knows; not even the Squats of various leagues know, though there are many theories. The most logical (and likely) explanation is that the Macro Hammers are from the Dark Age of Technology. They are large, hit hard and extremely heavy, and can topple over even large machines and vehicles such as Deff Dreads, or pulverise monstrous beasts such as Carnifexes. As such, these weapons are incredibly valuable and very rare to find except amongst the most wealthy of the leagues, such as Thor or Barak. When these weapons are taken into battle, it is usually in the most dire of circumstances.

*Servo-Arm/Servo-Harness - commonly utilized by the Guild Engineers, these tools are almost identical to those used by the Imperium’s Techpriests and Techmarines.

SPECIAL ISSUE WARGEAR:

*Squat Exo-Armour - The Squats routinely use an armour-class similar to Terminator armour for heavy duty civilian applications such as deep space repair or internal reactor maintenance, whereas Terminator armor is a priceless relic to the Imperium, the Squats make quite casual usage of their Exo-Armor, and the Squats are proud of boasting that they have more far more Exo-Armour wearers than the Imperium has space marines.

-Overdrive systems - The Squats are well aware that they are not the most numerous of people, though they are a hearty race, their most frequent foes often vastly outnumber them. The Green tides of the hated Orks, the rabble of Chaos and Daemonkind, and worst of all the snarling and vicious swarms of the Krakandra; or the Tyranids as the Imperium calls them; and more can all outnumber a Squat force. So a solution was proposed for the users of their suits of Iridium and Exo-armor, gravitic generators built into their suits increase the momentum of the wearer and therefore generate a more devastating impact when they enter melee combat.

*Squat Iridium Armour - Though this high density metal has been recently developed for armour-use by the rising Tau Empire, the Squats have been utilizing this in their technology for millennium, albeit with a lesser level of technical sophistication. It is NOT a variant of Exo-Armor; in fact, it bears more of a resemblance to Artificer Armor common used by the Space Marines.

*Rune Stones - Though the Squats do not have prolific Psykers as humans or Eldar do, they do know enough of the Warp to have the means to counter witchery and daemonic power. Often made from the rarest and most durable material avaliable, warding runes are then carved into it, forming a Rune Stone.

*Survey Glass - Survey Glasses are eyepieces that are capable of multiple levels of magnification and even possesses multiple vision modes such as NV, Infared, Temperature, etc. Originally developed to help find rich ores of minerals, it, like many mining tools of the Squats, was eventually adapted for combat. Survey Glasses are now often equipped with targeting systems to assist in ranged combat.

*Battle Standard - Often taken into battle by the more traditionalist leagues like Durin, Valkyrea, or Thor, Standards are often beautifully woven and designed; They are colorful tapestries that rival the Chapter Standards of the Space Marines in terms of iconography. A Thane who is chosen to bear the Standard of his or her Stronghold will find themselves elevated above the other Thanes of their Stronghold.

*The Squats also equip themselves with various pieces of technology traded with the Imperium, such as Flak Armor, Carapace Armor, Force Fields, Refractor Fields, Chameleon Cloaks, Boarding Shields, Combat Shields and Digital Weapons

NOTE:

*many of the Leagues utilize unique weaponry and wargear seen only amongst their kind; as such, these will be detailed in a separate entry.

*VEHICLES AND THE WEAPONRY UNIQUE TO EACH WILL ALSO BE DETAILED IN THE NEXT ENTRY

once again, this is mainly taken from Codex - Squats on 1d4chan.com. so check them out if you’re interested! I’ll probably be doing the Military Units of the squats before finally finishing up the leagues.

Sorry if some of the science doesn’t make any sense -- I’m a lore guy, not a science guy.

ALSO SERIOUSLY GUYS TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT THIS, WHAT YOU DISLIKE ABOUT THIS, ETC; I NEED FEEDBACK IN ORDER TO IMPROVE ON HOW I WRITE AND I CAN ONLY GET IT WHEN YOU REBLOG AND POST YOUR THOUGHTS.

I KNOW I SAY THIS A LOT BUT IT’S INCREDIBLY FRUSTRATING WHEN A BUNCH OF PEOPLE JUST LIKE AND REBLOG MY POSTS WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING

thanks for reading this, and i hope you all have a wonderful evening/day/morning!!!

Sources used:

"Codex - Squats." Codex - Squats - 1d4chan. 1d4chan.com, 14 May 2014. Web. 25 May 2017.

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Catching up....

I saw:

The Butcher Boy- A boy growing up in 1960s Ireland, seems a frightening young bully, the sort that threatens adults towering over him when he feels like it, and acts charming if it suits him. He has a host of problems. His father is a drunk with a violent streak while his mother has only the most tenuious grip of her own sanity. Even after his mother commits suicide he still has one bit of grounding in his life. He has a best friend who not only joins him in his games but acts as a check on his increasingly disturbed state. The boy focuses his anger on the mother of another kid, and when he acts on it he ends a reform school like setting. There the question of what is real and what is his delusion becomes more and more clear. When released the boy will find his friend has befriended the son of the woman he hates. Loosing his emotional anchor while his father drinks himself to death will have devistating consequences.

Believe it or not, in some ways this was a pitch black comedy. It’s narrated by the adult version of the boy, offering insights to his thinking that are often humorous in their contradiction to what we see him saying and demonstrating the boy’s lack of awareness of reality. That can be funny and tragic all at once. Emphasis on the tragic though. Dark and bleak and brutal, with a protagonist it’s easy to pity but impossible to love, it’s an interesting film. He reminded me far too much of some bullies I endured for me to really enjoy it.  

Z. P. G.- The title stands for zero population growth, the goal behind the laws that are behind the central problem for the main characters. In the future the world has become hideously overpopulated to the point where people get oxygen rations and fight over extremely rare fresh vegetables. After considering options such as euthanasia for a portion of the population, it is finally decided to simply outlaw child birth for thirty years. Considering the nightmarish state of the world and the horrifying other possibilities, this seems quite a reasonable idea. 

Unfortunately I see two big problems with their methods. First, they institute a draconian punishment for violators, implimented lynch mob style, that includes not just execution of the parents but the child. Reasonable as “no kids because humanity is to stupid not to over procreate” is, murdering kids is just the thing to make the government the baddies of the story. Secondly, rather than requiring some sort of long term birth control implant or some such, they use the honor system and voluntary  use of in home instant abortion machines. Since the film came out just before abortion was legalized, I wonder if the use by the government seen as the bad guys is to equate abortion with “bad”. That would be a strange way to think since clearly the Earth is horrifyingly overpopulated and abortions would have been the merest drop in the bucket to solving the problem.

One of the ways this world copes with the situation is by selling ugly interactive child dolls to those with a parental need. Sure, the movie was made more than forty years ago so they didn’t know modern tech, but golly the Baby Alive doll I had a few years after wasn’t creepy like these. Well, until she broke and Pop did “brain surgery” on her only to finds the broken part too hard to replace and the glue didn’t work to fasten the scalp back on. I just played with a doll with a top of her head as a seperate piece. Still, these monsterous child subsititute dolls get away with it because shrinks do brainwashing on their patients to make them accept the “no babies so play with dolls” situation.

Anyway, a woman gets all stupidly baby obessed, and without telling her hubby decides to have one. Her hubby is played by Oliver Reed, a guy that when a rare kid from the last generation bumps into him, he lifts the kid up by the shoulders and stares at him such that you wonder whether he plans to do something violent rather the probably intended stew of sadness. I wondered if his is naturally intense, aggressive, and cold masking fury demeanor were meant to indicate a sexist aspect of the society dominating the women, a specific indication of the dynamics of their relationship over turned by her unilateral choice of pregnancy, or simply a quirk caused by casting the then bankable star. Whatever the reason, it seems almost surprising when he decides the she let her carry the child to term, hiding her away in a forgotten bomb shelter under the guise of a marriage break up.

Basically, the parents so something incredibly selfish. Ignoring completely the greater society, think of the child. They want a baby, but they aren’t risking just their life. If anyone finds out about the child it will be killed. It will have to live hidden either in the bomb shelter or some other equally dark secret place. The child will have to live in utter isolation, without contact with any other human beings but their parents. Assuming once the prohibition on children is lifted they cease executing those that broke the law when it was in effect, they will not come into contact with anything beyond solitary confinement until they are in their 20s. And what kind of world will it be, where you have to wear gasmasks and boiler suits to go outside in the smog, all sorts of animals including pets are extinct, and food is the tasteless contents of toothpaste tubes. I dunno, but if you knew that misreable life you hate is the best case senario for the kid, maybe having a child just to make YOU feel better about yourself is a bad idea!

Anyway, the kid is born but unfortunately their best friends find out. That couple decide to use the threat of turning them into the authorities in order to get the baby for themselves. And despite the fact the parents never should have had the kid you have to hope they find a way to escape the situation for the sake of the baby.....

Very interesting film. I tend to like  early 1970s dystopias saying humanity is doomed, dated and unsubtle as they can be.

The Mystery Science Theater 3000 version Catalina Caper- A goofy henchman type steals an ancient scroll for a married couple who intent to scam a rich guy into buying it. They will give the rich baddie a forgery  and then return the original to the museum because these aren’t baddie baddies, ‘cause they need to stay redeemable. See they have a son who doesn’t like their naughty ways,  and he’s in the right late teens/early twenties age group to hang those young folk that are the other focus of the film. 

See a guy has just returned from home, accompanied by a guy from school, and there is partying to do. Right after a ferry ride where the ship board entertainment is actually Little Richard, that is. The guy may be the local stud, surrounded by a flock of girls at all times, but the pal is played by Tommy Kirk, probably recently fired by Disney and now stuck in films like this. So when one of them meets up with a Creepy Girl (Servo’s name) it’s the pal that gets the romance. I gotta say though, it’s kinda amazing since her opening words are to tell of an odd childhood encounter with a fish. Now while I have my own “little me meets a fish underwater” story, I’ve always figured it wasn’t the best way to introduce myself to guys. Of course I’m not pretty with a foreign accent, so maybe that makes the difference. But can he win the girl when she has a big bad boyfriend working for the baddie baddie? And does anyone care?

The movie is your average attempt at a 1960s comedy aimed at the clean cut youth of the day. Or at least the 12 year olds still fantasizing about being teens. It’s not to far from the rest the beach party films or the live action comedies Kirk might have made at Disney if it hadn’t been such a homophobic era. ** It’s not a particularly great example, it certainly isn’t memorable, but it’s definately typical. The guys give it a nice bit of mocking, with Servo’s love of Creepy Girl being particularly nice. 

Gotta say though, my favorite thing was the Mads invention exchange of tank tops. That is the tops of tanks as wearable item, a silly and wonderful idea. Here we have THE one sort of tank top I want in my wardrobe! LOL

**I believe Kirk is supposed to have been fired because his being gay had the potential of being made public. I might be remembering wrong, of course, since I can’t remember where I heard/read it. Probably NOT in an extra on a Disney DVD, that’s for sure.

[christinaannedaniel-blog]

Vinyl Cutting Machines

It is difficult to choose a quality vinyl cutter if you are a beginner when it comes to these machines. To make your dreams come true, you must look for a professional tracer that offers reliable quality. You must avoid certain defective equipment decisions because they generally lead to frustration and failure. In particular, one mistake I have seen new people in vinyl cutters is to buy only taking into account the speed, strength and price of a machine. That's not the best strategy, since you can easily find yourself in a situation where you have the hardest and hardest machine you can buy, but if you put it into practice in a professional sign shop, for example, you can not meet the reasonable requirements. cutting standards. So, if you want to start immediately, use the quick navigation bar above and buy your best vinyl cutter.

Also, before going any further, you can consult my articles on the best laser cutters and engravers, the best plasma cutters or the best CNC routers if you need other types of cutters.

To make this challenging decision, you must observe other factors and look beyond speed, strength and price (if your budget allows). Some reflections should be made about their particular objectives and needs. For example, try to think how complex and intricate your graphics will be. Determine how you manage your media, how thin and how thick. Later, anticipate the possibility that you will have to outline the printed images or make perforated decals. Last, but not least, always look for companies that offer excellent customer service, so that, in case of technical difficulties you may experience along the way, you will be provided with all the help you need. The better you understand this, the easier it will be to make a successful purchase of a vinyl cutter. Below I have put together the best and most popular vinyl cutting machines according to their particular strengths when used with a specific goal in mind to simplify the process of deciding which one suits you the most.

1. Cricut Explore Air 2 machine, Vinyl Cutting Machines

The Utah-based company of home-made die-cutting machines for DIY projects Cricut now offers its newest model with some impressive features that will definitely attract scrapbook enthusiasts. One aspect that stands out most is the promise to reduce and write up to twice the speed of previous Cricut Explore models.

Because time is a valuable asset, Cricut implemented a Fast mode to increase the performance of this cutter considerably. In addition to speed, the Explore Air 2 has the ability to cut almost anything from vinyl, cardboard and iron to much thicker materials such as leather. If you are the type of person who appreciates the details in their crafts, you will not be disappointed with the ability of the Air 2 to cut the finest details with impeccable precision. There is the possibility of using Cricut pens for handwritten projects and thanks to more than 370 typefaces you can create that perfect personalized style in a moment. If that is not enough, you can even use your own sources stored on a computer for free.

Another important feature that could get your attention is the Smart Set Dial to always find the best configuration related to your project. In case you like to design beautiful works of art, this vinyl cutter is up to the task. Design is possible on multiple devices, on a computer, iPad or iPhone due to Cricut's dedication to the more flexible user experience. The Design Space software is free, incredibly easy to use and cloud based to cover all your storage needs. There are endless prefabricated options and, of course, the option to load and modify your own designs.

With so much to offer, the only downside I can think of is the price of the Air 2, which is slightly larger than what some DIY enthusiasts of this type of technology are willing to spend. But if you choose to take the next step in your design hobby, Cricut Air 2 is absolutely a better buy.

List of specifications:

Built-in Bluetooth for wireless commands Smart Set Dial for easy setup Cut more than 100 materials of variable thickness, including leather Double tool holder Quick mode Cut Smart Technology Integrated storage compartments Upload your images with the extensions: .svg, .jpg, .png, .bmp, .gif, .dxf

2. USITutter TITAN 28-inch vinyl cutter with support and cutting software VinylMaster, Best Vinyl Cutting Machine

If you are a more casual fan when it comes to vinyl cutters, but you decide that you would like to upgrade to something more professional, then you can not go wrong with a plotter from the USITC TITAN series. They offer great value for the price that perfectly suits your needs.

When it comes to vinyl cutting, an essential aspect of a machine is cutting a lot of materials and the Titan 28 inch has everything you need to work with adhesive vinyl, hard cardboard, mask material, window film, template of sandblasting and many others. That's great, but let's take a closer look at what you'll find under the hood of this 28-inch model. "The frame of the machine is made of sturdy aluminum just like all moving metal parts. accurate, there is a four-wheel carriage equipped with laser-assisted alignment, high quality drag rollers and pressure rollers are provided for more precise tracking, and the Titan also has a super silent and reliable servo motor for cutting materials thicker you can use quickly and with perfect precision.

It is completely understandable that you feel a little overwhelmed when it comes to handling this type of machine correctly. But you can be sure, USCutter comes to your aid with a very intuitive software that acts as a reliable guide and has a very easy-to-use interface for all your design needs. To offer you more control, the Titan 2 has a large LCD screen along with a control panel to adjust the speed and cut pressure to your liking. Packed together with a floor stand and a catch basket, this vinyl cutter has the latest technology for your small business or just to satisfy some of the most demanding creative projects of an enthusiast of DIY craftsmen. All in all, this machine achieves a powerful balance between quality and price and for that reason I highly recommend it.

List of specifications:

Support with 4 wheels Aluminum alloy construction, precision ABS sides All moving parts are made of high quality metals USB and RS-232 connection compatible with Mac and PC Large LCD screen and control panel Connect and play Short adhesive vinyl, heat transfer vinyl, card stock, paint mask template, laminate, sandblasting mask, low and high intensive reflective material Servomotor for silent and precise performance

3. Cricut Maker, Best Vinyl Cutting Machines 

The new Cricut Maker can tackle almost any DIY project without sweating the seas. This is mainly due to the improved design of the rotary blade and the expandable tool set. By putting your hands on this professional cutting machine, you can enjoy a new level of performance, easily working with hundreds of different types of materials.

From the softest fabric and paper to the materials that lean most on the harder side of leather, balsa and matboard, the Maker adapts elegantly to each type of material to unleash its maximum creative potential.

The set of tools offered by this machine is completely exceptional. You can cut, write and score more easily a multitude of materials with an extra level of precision and control. Interestingly, Cricut does not stop here as it offers the possibility of constant expansion by bringing more and more tools on time. As the teacher grows in his office, so does the Creator.

One aspect that is definitely an important factor when evaluating the performance of any cutting machine is its accuracy. The rotating blade of the Maker does not retain a bit, since it transforms the cut of the fabric into a simple task with customizable precision. You can run professional level cuttings directly in your home on a wide variety of fabrics, such as cotton, denim and wool. Without backing material, quickly and accurately cut virtually any fabric.

The Adaptive Tool System is a function of the manufacturer that intelligently controls the direction of the blade and other aspects such as the cutting pressure to match perfectly with the material used. Cricut made some welcome improvements in terms of cutting power so that there are now more materials available to work with.

Small things like extra built-in storage, the docking slot for smart devices and the convenient USB port add up to make your DIY experience much more comfortable. The library of digital sewing patterns contributes to a pleasant craftsmanship experience, as it selects from hundreds of patterns, likes it, sends it to the machine to take care of the cut and