i rlly rlly rlly love benson obsessing over randy. at first hes just another kid that works there. but over time he notices him, how pathetic he is, how weak he is. how he looks right into your eyes when he talks to you, pupils dilated with fear like a scared animal. his fidgeting, his shallow breathing. benson watches him like a hawk. he convinces himself hes just intrigued by him. he starts to think about him outside of work. wonders what hes doing. what music he likes. what does his skin feel like? he almost smacks himself. "you fucking disgust me" he'd mutter to himself in the mirror. he washes his hands, scrubs them till theyre sore. it gets worse. he feels randy under his skin. he hears his voice in his head. he cant even look at the color blue without wanting to punch something. he fucking hates him.
he wants to split him open. he wants to kiss him. he wants to tell him to man the fuck up. he wants to hold him. he wants to fix him. he wants to see him cry. he wants to ruin him. he wants to save him.
How would the tfp bots and cons react to the musical AU where humans are always singing out of nowhere basically music comes out of nowhere and they are singing and dancing to express themselves
Confusion. Sheer fragging confusion.
On Cybertron, songs are indeed a part of the culture. But music is a special thing, usually sacred to a degree in most cases. Even when it is not intrinsically tied to some important act or ceremony, song is special and warrants attention. There is a special line drawn between music meant to just make noise and song that actually matters.
Humans busting out of the woodworks with songs periodically for seemingly no reason or for relatively petty things would be... unsettling to say the least. Optimus would likely just be disappointed in the quality of music considering his deeply history rich upbringing. Ratchet would be more annoyed than anything else since for him the music made by humans sits firmly in the "Irrelevant background noise" category. He might try and find the reason WHY humans do what they do, but largely he would try to ignore it. Bulkhead I think would simply be startled since its so random. Miko busting into song while sitting in his passenger seat would almost certainly send him swerving a few times before he learns to adjust.
Arcee might humor Jack once in a while when he tries to instinctually drag her into a song. But other than that she wouldn't care all that much except for when they are trying to do something important and a human busts into a musical number. Bumblebee and Smokescreen would be ridiculously invested in finding the source of the musical number plague that prompts spontaneous songs and gets whoever is closest to play music. They would be the most involved in finding out HOW the wind always manages to dramatically swirl Miko's hair when she's singing about fighting enemies.
Ultra Magnus would lose his mind. Not literally of course. However he would be driven half mad in his attempts to decipher HOW humanity seems to have a hive mind but only when its time for a musical number. He's the one with the white board of theories and red string in his room.
He will figure it out or die trying.
Wheeljack just thinks its funny and tries to prompt songs with offhanded comments.
jack harkness/simm master. do what you want with that
i love the idea of Jack and the Master meeting during his minister of defense era, it’s so deliciously terrible to me. great potential. anyway. here’s them.
Here’s what Jack Harkness takes away from his first impression of Saxon: he’s too clean for a politician, especially one settled in so comfortably as Minister of Defense.
It itches at the back of his brain through their few conversations as Saxon smiles at him. “*I’m* sure Torchwood’s funding wouldn’t be better spent elsewhere,” he tells Jack, co-conspiratorial, “and if it were up to me-”
“It is up to you,” Jack says, smiling back. Saxon’s eyes dart down to his lips and up again. Jack leans forward, casting his gaze across the man’s face like he’ll find the secrets he’s looking for in the pull of his lips or crinkle of his eyes. Too clean, too perfect, like a pretty picture of a potential Prime Minister. Jack tries to remember his stated policies, but his mind slides off the information, and it turns to him, grasping at nothing, and tells him that whatever he believes, Saxon believes.
“If only,” Saxon laughs, and it’s warm like a housefire. Jack squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head, and suspicion falls right out. “I heard about the fiasco at Canary Wharf.”
Heard? Jack thinks. How’d you miss it? Saxon reaches across his desk and puts his hand over Jack’s wrist.
“I bet you run a tighter ship than that, Captain,” he says, voice low. “Tell me exactly what their tax dollars are going to, so I can reassure all those worried voters who might just have to think for themselves otherwise.” The words themselves buzz without meaning across Jack’s brain as Saxon’s fingers drum against the pulse at his wrist, too quick to match, too many beats, almost familiar like-
“You are just horrible to look at,” Saxon murmurs. “Nails on a chalkboard. I don’t know how he could stand being around you for even a minute.” Jack’s mind feels slow and thick, and any sentence he manages is a fight of slowly wading through.
“Torchwood… We arm the human race against the future.” Saxon grins wider.
“Do you have a speech prepared?” he releases Jack’s wrist suddenly and falls back into his chair, his whole body language changing from Prime Minister hopeful to lazy predator smelling fresh meat. “He hates whenever I get a taste of his pets. I’ll fuck you for it.”
“What?” Jack’s trying to catch up. Wherever the conversation went when Saxon was touching him is dim in his memory already, and he’s not even able to summon up concern about it.
“Or I’ll let you fuck me. I like that better. Less work.” Jack narrows his eyes. This, he understands. Too clean, he’d known. Too pretty a wife not to be messing around. Well, he could do worse. For his team, he’d do just about anything.
TWST AU except General Lilia finds this random like, 8 year old human kid in the woods being raised by a bear and moves into the nearby cottage to help raise him because the bear is doing a decent job but he is human and should wear clothes and know how to speak.
This leads to everything else being mostly the same but Silver is mostly nonverbal, using sign more often than not, and is absolutely fucking feral sometimes. Jack thoroughly enjoys wrestling with Silver and Silver takes a fierce liking to him because of it. Sebek also grew up wrestling with Silver and sometimes to burn some energy, Malleus will also do so with his brother- I mean Silver. Bonus is that Silver likes Malleus's partial dragon form and enjoys grooming him. The purring happy puddle of Dragon is a very good thing.
living in the inbetween hell where I dont hate or love ttpd enough to agree with anyone on the dash so im just sort of flinching whenever I see a post about it from any side
This is a very small thing that still drives me insane and yet I see no one bring up but it's one of my favorite parallels. This is the only image where Jack is looking directly at Dave and it perfectly parallels the only picture of Henry we have (not counting the art from 3). Too drunk to draw a conclusion but it's worth pointing out too the way Dave holds Henry perfectly parallels how he holds Jack in the normal radical ending.
i like to think that the reason hannibal's office didn't have separate doors for entering and exiting was so that his patients would start drama with each other (which they did)