#SilverLining

[soundcrusher]

Okay, so, I was playing around with the Hikaku Sitatter again. It's a site where you can put in heights and you get a height chart, and I made one for my Transformers Ocs... And... well...

I JUST REALIZED RECORD IS ONE TALL BOY! And his height isn't even the actual height of his alt-mode. A Lockheed C-5 Super Galaxy has a lenght of 75.53m those are 24780,18 feet. Which means he could just step on his foes and take them out that way.

And then there is Flinch, who's alt-mode is also way longer than his height. A Blackbird has a lenght of 32.73m, that's 107.4 feet. That means he's also a tall boy and his fear of stepping on his Minibot friends is even more justified. I mean, look at Silverlining. He's just a spot there.

This also means, their ship is huge, or at least has very high hallways.

Also, both Record and Flinch can give other Cybertronians a ride in their alt-mode no matter what, and I like that.

[thediktatortot]

Spite art is what fuels me. No one can stop me from liking cringe or stupid things. Let me have my fun.

[rolandojherrera]

Live today like it’s your last day. 💪🏽💪🏽 #2022 #motivation #joy #wakeup #inspire #yolo #sinmiedo #shine #dreams #happy #motivationalquotes #leadership #silverlining #artist #filmmaker #happylife #happiness #hope #believe #craft #hollywood #believeinyourself #coffee #coffeetime #coffeelover #mondaymotivation #monday #waynedyer https://www.instagram.com/p/Clzgk1-vcfw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[redherringburlesque]

I’ll get a tan eventually? —- #paleassirishgirl #hourglassfigure⌛️ #curvygirl #redhair #redhead #silverlining (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb8M8F6rle6/?utm_medium=tumblr

[alejandromogollo]

Happy 100th Judy!🌈❤️ Judy Garland singing Look for the Silver Lining in Till the clouds roll by. #judy #judygarland #judygarland100 #lookforthesilverlining #silverlining #tillthecloudsrollby #jeromekern #oldhollywood #pride #PrideMonth #fanart #alejandromogolloart https://www.instagram.com/p/CeoGk4lMS2G/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[hausofdollsau]

WIP. Another week of lockdown means more time for doll making. #silverlining #artdoll #hausofdolls #dolleyeopening #ooakdoll #mhooak #dollcustom #monsterhighcustom #ooak #repaint #dollmaking #dudeswithdolls #mhcustom #inseteyes #eyecarving #ooakmh #dollrepaint #faceup (at Haus of Dolls) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRJXFPHjKu-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[fruits-biscuit]

Can’t wait for more domestic kyoru at Shigure’s house when this bloody beach arc is finished

[robfrid]

Maybe it will be a #goodday :) #orchid #yellow #purple #surprise #goodmorning #rainraingoaway #silverlining #flower #flowerpower #flowerphotography #lifeisgood https://www.instagram.com/p/CT1Yr_7oQ5c/?utm_medium=tumblr

[notjussayin]

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#notjussayin⁠

[soundcrusher]

🎫 Silverlining!

Ah, Silverlining. I haven’t talked much about him, now have I? Either way, I think I already mentioned how he and Record met, but never got to why Silverlining was on earth. 

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Back in the days before the war, he worked as a postman on Cybertron. Delivering packages faster than any other, but when he was asked how he did it, he would always put a finger to his mouth and wink at the asker, before transforming and taking off. Never telling anyone, because he knew that, if he told others he was an Outlier with the ability to create Space Bridge like portals, he would surely end up somewhere unsafe. Or worse, dead. 

(Dead, because creating big portals strains his body, and in one instance, he would have nearly died.) 

One day though, a scientist saw Silverlining creating his portals. Capturing the Minibot as soon as they saw him again. Luckily, Silverlining managed to escape, after his tormentor experimented on him for quite some time. Those experiments caused Silverlining’s colors to become different shades of gray. And the whole experience scarred him so much that his mind deliberately forgot the whole ordeal. Kinda like selective amnesia. 

Either way, after escaping and seeing how the war waged on his homeworld, Silverlining left. Creating a portal to anywhere and accidentally ending up on earth. And he stayed there. Taking on the alt-mode of a Bede BD-5 (the smallest jet on earth) and getting himself a job as a bartender. (He used a Holo-Avatar for that.) While working as a bartender, he also, kind of, started studying psychology. He never fully studied it, because, well, he was an alien on a planet he didn’t know and had no papers, and he mostly read books about the human mind, because it helped with his job. 

And then, as he found out that Autobots and Decepticons were fighting on earth, Silverlining did his best to find a way off the planet again. Deciding not to use his Outlier ability, because he was worried someone could pick up on that. 

Luckily, he met a mech named Record who could get him off of earth. Them becoming friends wasn’t really something Silverlining had planned, but he wouldn’t want it any other way. And thus, he became the second in command of the Neutral Zone, and the ship's not licensed psychologist. (He hates that title though. He would rather be known as the guy who makes really good cocktails and drinks.)

[thediktatortot]

Original Post HERE

My wrist started to feel better last night and I did a warmup in the form of sensual MoonFrost.

[rolandojherrera]

A balanced life. ☕️☕️🍻🍻😉 #2022 #motivation #joy #wakeup #inspire #yolo #sinmiedo #shine #dreams #happy #motivationalquotes #leadership #silverlining #artist #filmmaker #happylife #happiness #hope #believe #craft #hollywood #believeinyourself #morning #coffee #coffeetime #coffeelover #mondaymotivation #monday #balance https://www.instagram.com/p/Clg9xYbPE59/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[vodkaskinnydippers]

#1. What was one time you remember feeling wronged as a child? How did you react? Has this affected you into adulthood? How?

They let it be okay.

People allowed me to be put in unsafe homes. They allowed me to be abused. They allowed me to be hurt. They allowed me to experience trauma. Most importantly, they made my brother responsible for raising me and took away his childhood. They hurt my brother. they hurt me.

I don't remember how I reacted as a kid but as I got older I gained resentment. I got bitter. I got angry at most of my family for the littlest things. I started to remember the things that my family allowed me to see. Most of my resentment went to my grandmother.

My mom was a heroin addict. When she was pregnant with me, she was using. So...when I was born they wanted to take me away from my mother and put me and my brother into foster care. my grandma insisted that we go with her. She told the courts that she would keep us safe and give us a home.

She didn't do what she said she would.

Every couple months my mom decided it was time to get sober. She would sign herself up for treatment and stay there for a few months. When it was time, she would leave treatment and get herself a place. She would call and say she wanted to see her kids. So my grandma would drop us off with my mom. That was it. We were dropped off again.

Next thing you know, my mom is on the floor overdosed. My brother is crying while trying to tell me its okay. My brother is trying to decide if he should try and help our mom or make sure im going to be okay.

We were not okay.

When this was over. My grandma would take us back. My mom would go on a drug binge. Two months later we would repeat it.

Rinse & Repeat

My brother should not have had to raise his little sister. My brother should not have lost his childhood. I should not have lost my childhood. We should not have had to fight for our safety or fight to be okay. We should not have had to fight for a home or fight to feel wanted.

if I could do it all again.

I would do it again. I would do it all again if I could because of my brother. I would do it all again for the relationship we have and the people we are. I love my brother and everything he did for me. He saved me. He gave me my life. He is the reason I get to wake up everyday. I would do it all again and make sure I was with him every step of the way. If I could, I would be with him every step of the way. I would tell him I loved him and make sure he knew I appreciated everything he did for me. I would make sure he had a chance to live.

Silver Lining

I have an amazing & beautiful son. I have the best big brother in the entire world. I have myself, who I don't hate all the time. Me & my son get to live because of my brother.

Who I am

I run away from every relationship. Especially when it is good. I run from things when they are hard. I run from everything. I have 10 mental illnesses. I have attachment issues. Im scared of love. I have abbandonment issues. I have trauma. I have attachment issues. I have so many issues.

[maracozzolino]

l'ultima nuvola del 2020... non riesco a credere sia passato più di un mese da quando ho finito questa e ancora non l'abbia postata! con questa siamo a 12 nuvolette stampate, io le amo tutte 💙 #mokuhanga #xilografia #giapponese #xilografiagiapponese #japanesewoodcut #japanese #woodcut #printmaker #printmaking #washi #clouds #nuvole #nuages #silverlining #maracozzolino https://www.instagram.com/p/CKyOHISFBhr/?igshid=1t28rbajljktz

[bradbenedictlife]

The concrete jungle never fails to remind me why I love nature and wide open spaces so much. This city has, however, been very good to me over the years, and given me the backdrop to live my dream. Silver linings everywhere. Perspective is everything. 📸 @goldenhourphotoco_ … .. . #concretejungle #silverlining #perspectiveiseverything #downtownlosangeles #theovalonbet (at Hollywood) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTVC9MBlPOR/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mmagazinemoment]

Why my past loves make me want to look into nihilism as a lifestyle.

Good morning, midday, afternoon, or evening to you my fellow queers and allies and plain and simply gorgeous humans. You see I have already written another version of this edition but instead I have a pure heroine filled piece instead, and you may not be ready for it because it covers a few serious points but it’s also the (fuck your ex) vibe, not literally…unlesssssss * insert meme*. Thanks for joining me again my loves

 Why my past loves make me want to look into nihilism as a lifestyle

You ever just meet someone and fall completely into their arms and become almost a complete and utter 3rd leg of the other? What I mean in all seriousness is, don’t you ever feel like the love game grows on you like a drug addiction and I know some of you will see this and be thinking? What do you mean “the love game” I know it’s not a game, a figure of speech as such. Basically, what I’m trying to say is have you ever loved someone so much that you didn’t see the signs of detrimental dysfunction.

Wow that all sounds so serious, let me dial it down a little, I’m just trying this new thing called being uncensored and not caring about preconceived notions of myself from external eyes. Months ago, I was shattered into a million pieces and I won’t blame just him because it was my fault for thinking every relationship or whatever it was, was going to end up like a tv romance, no that’s a lie. I over invested and blamed him for hurting my own self, sure he had something to do with it, but he wasn’t just to blame. Can’t tell me I don’t know how to take accountability (wow I’m funny).

For instance, in a movie you meet and lock eyes with someone and the breeze grasps your hair, when I met said person, I was like ‘omg he’s tall, I’m going to fall in love with a giraffe’ and then I tried to build a home in him, without the investment and time taken to be careful with my time and words of affirmation in efforts to receive reciprocation I never got unless it was backhanded or what I wanted to hear. So how did you perceive your first love? Did he/she/they look pleasing? Or was it the scent of their perfume or cologne? Did they dress in a floral vintage outfit or was it a suit and tie? Ballet flats or sneakers? Tell me? I want to know all of the juicy details!

I know some of you probably didn’t ask or ever want to know but my first love happened in a series of me closing doors journeying through my uneasy sexuality labelling and let’s be real, fuck labels am I right? (unless you find comfortability and closure under a label and with that you’re perfectly valid), Love to me was like heroine and in some senses it still is. When I first learnt of love, it didn’t feel like love, it felt like obligation, perhaps a trend. Love felt like learning all he moves to a Tik Tok dance as fast as possible before the hype disappeared, and it became irrelevant again, questionable reference point but blame social media not me. I was never satisfied.

Keep in mind this was 15-year-old me, trying to gain some sense of validation to seem a little less repressed and not confused because before 15 year old me realised that 12 year old me wasn’t as weird as I thought.  I was under this veil of non-transparency and speaking on the subject of transparency I must tell you 12 was the year of age I realised that I wasn’t like the other boys at school, just swooning for girls and getting scared of cooties, I was just begging to be seen by whoever had eyes to care. Sounds dramatic I know.

Nobody was ever there to tell me at such a young age that there were others like me, “different”, the type of boy who watched rebel without a cause and felt weird when James Dean was looking so gorgeous and composed in that leather jacket or admiring Tim Curry when he dressed like no man I’d ever seen on a movie screen in or even real life in the Rocky Horror Show, something sparked in… me. I started on the smallest step I knew, acknowledgement, I knew I could find a home in the fact that there were more people like me, and wow I was right. I was finding comfort in what I knew, I found a few gorgeous women and obviously because of my age we thought that holding hands and a peck on the cheek was all we needed in life from the label of ‘relationship’, but it was only ever a weekly process. Anytime I found ‘love’ I wouldn’t know what to do with it without the chase, like a dog chasing a bone. Even to this day I have never had a successfully long relationship but at least these days it’s not because of my toxic traits, I like to think I’ve grown a considerate amount since I was 15. Don’t get me wrong, neither of those experiences were love? How could they be?

Ironically love happened even ‘after’ I was in a relationship. I had another relationship when I was 17, it lasted a little longer than the prior, it went for a month and a half, I was convinced I loved her, so sappy but you wanted transparency right? I have a lot of it. After that, my ex brought to attention after she cheated on me that I was using her as a sort of beard to cover up the truth about myself, I never knew how to perceive myself until then and that was only the second step, there was so much more to cover.

Skip forward past a few experiences leading up the near current, I met someone, a sort of fleeting romance, now (forewarning, this gets sappy) we talked for a few weeks if my memory isn’t hazy, and we quickly developed something no short of a connection. FaceTime after FaceTime I’d gather more and more pictures of his goofy face and at one stage, I thought I was going to be happy for the foreseeable future, then came reality. You can’t be loved by someone who doesn’t want to face themselves and you can’t help them anymore than what you’re capable of giving out. I didn’t listen to that, naturally things just got worse, and I hated everything…

He would apologise, I would validate his actions to friends who were concerned and realising that I was getting too soon attached and it wasn’t going to end well and I copped the consequences, I still have only recently not found regret in messing up this badly because if I didn’t make that mistake then I would’ve just witnessed those mistakes I made in the lap of somebody else and this is where the saying goes, better the devil you known then the devil you don’t. let me tell you it did more than a number on my mental health before I added up the reasons as tallies against us and internalised what I should’ve subtracted (hehe see what I did there). In all seriousness I wanted the thrill, I sure as hell got one.

Your mental health is amplified by your lifestyle choices and the people you choose to keep in your circle, friendship, or relationships regardless, the whole thing was out of whack and a tornado was nothing less than the accurate definition of where I was at, and it hurt a lot but sometimes it’s best to leave that situation if that person who you thought was going to be there for a while and a necessity to your life ends up being the detriment. (as Ashley Frangipane said) “its crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment, let that sink in”.  

 If there is one piece of advice that I want whoever sees this to take with them it’s this, Keep your space sacred baby, you only have one life, but also please do not criticize yourself for getting caught in the motion sickness, sometimes you just can’t avoid it and that’s ok. Life is not a movie, life is more like the behind the scenes extra that puts everything into perspective, it’s rational and shows the hard work put in place to make the art and you should remind yourself as such. Remember also that if you cannot cope with all of the stress that presents itself in your life, that there are people that are equipped to help you hold some of the baggage for you until you are ready to take it back and analyse it. Whatever your grief is, I assure you, you’re not alone.

As always, stay healthy and strut your shit and I cannot stress this enough but keep raging against the machine and the super straights xoxo without the gossip girl, farewell until the next piece of The Mantra Magazine. *keep this in mind* next issue will be a little forward, it will include themes of segregation and war regarding the families of the Palestinians and Israeli conflicts happening right now. So, bring some tissues and an open mind. Farewell.