#i just went a full on crazy

[sneezegoblin]

quick manga panel redraw that somehow escalated

almost-black hair Vash my beloved, you have enough style (and trauma) for everyone who wants some

I will not finish it because it was never meant to be more than a silly warm-up, oh well. Enjoy!

[bigmack2go]

I know i‘m late. I forgot to post this but here is the first half of my fic.

Five time the lodge leaders sat a kid down to fill them in on life, and one time the kid already knew

I tried to give each of them their own little touch but disclaimer: i think i might have taken it a little far with the queens one…

Jack was one of the oldest boy in the lodging house, a lot of the kids saw him as a leader figure which gave him responsibility he never asked for.

Jack sat on the edge of his cot, running a hand through his messy hair. Across from him, perched awkwardly on a rickety stool, was Snipeshooter, a scrawny 11-year-old with wide eyes and a curious mind.

"Alright, Snipe," Jack began, his voice absolutely totally completely free of nervousness. "We gotta talk about some things. Things that you're gonna start noticing or maybe already have. It's part of growin' up."

Snipeshooter fidgeted, his eyes darting around the room. "Like what, Jack?"

Jack took a deep breath. "Well, it's about...y'know, girls and stuff. And what happens when you get older."

Tommy's eyes widened. "You mean like...’the talk?’ I heard some of the older boys talking about that, but they just laughed when I asked."

Jack nodded, hiding his own discomfort. "Yeah, ‘the talk’. Listen, it aint nothin’ ta laugh about. It’s important, and you gotta understand it right."

He paused, looking for the right words. "So, when you start gettin' older, your body changes. You might notice you're getting hair in places you didn't before. That's normal. It happens ta all of us."

Snipe’s face flushed, but he nodded.

"An' you might start feelin' different too. Like, you might start likin' girls in a way you didn't before. Maybe you get nervous around 'em, or you wanna spend more time with 'em. That's all normal too."

The kid looked down at his hands, twisting them in his lap. "But what do I do about it?"

Jack smiled, though it felt a bit forced. "Well, first thing is, you gotta be respectful. Girls ain't just there for you to look at or mess with. They're people, same as you and me. If you like a girl, you treat her right. Be kind, listen to her, and don't do nothin' she don't want."

He nodded, absorbing the advice. "What about...um, you know, the other stuff? Like what happens when you...like a girl…like a lot?"

Jack cleared his throat, finally feeling his own cheeks grow warm too. "A’ight, well, sometimes when ya like someone a lot, ya might wanna be close ta them. Real close. That's where things can get tricky. If you ever get ta that point, you gotta make sure it's what both of ya want. And there are consequences, Snipeshooter. Big ones. Babies an’ all."

His eyes went huge, but this time with fear. "Babies?"

"Yeah," Jack said firmly. "Babies. It ain't just about you anymore then. It's about a whole other person ya gotta take care of. No, two othe people actually. So you gotta be real careful. If you ever get ta that point, you needa know what yer doin'. And if you don't, you come to me again, alright?"

He looked up, "I will, Cowboy. I promise."

Jack ruffled through his hair with a smile. He is just a kid still. They all are. "Good. An’ remember, always think ‘bout how the other person feels. If ya ever feel unsure, or if someone ever makes ya feel uncomfortable, you come to me or one of the other older boys. We look out for each other here. You’se good friends with Sniper, right?"

"Yeah…I didn't know any of this."

"That's why we talk about it," Jack chuckled, ruffling Snipeshooter’s hair. "It's a part of growin' up, and it's better ta know than te be caught off guard. Now, get some sleep. We got papers to sell in the mornin’."

He stood up, still looking thoughtful. "Goodnight, Jack."

"Goodnight."

As Snipeshooter turned to leave, Jack's mind churned. There was something else he needed to talk about, something that weighed heavily on him. "Wait, Snipe," he called.

Snipe paused, turning back with a curious look. "Yeah?"

Jack hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There's somethin' else I fegot. It's about likin' people. Sometimes, ye might find ya don't just like girls. Ya might like boys too."

Snipe’s eyes widened again, but this time with confusion. "Really? Is that...okay?"

Jack nodded, his expression serious. "Yeah, it's okay. Some boys like boys, and some like girls, and some like both. It's just how some folks are. But ya gotta be real careful about who yo tell. It can be dangerous."

"Dangerous? Why?"

"’cause not everyone understands or thinks it's okay," Jack explained, "Some people can be real mean about it. They don't get that it's jus’ love. So if ya ever feel that way, you don't gotta tell no one. It's yer own business. And the other boy of course, but ya gotta be careful."

Snipeshooter’s face was a mix of relief and fear. "Thanks, Jack."

Jack smiled halfhearted. "That's alright. Ye don' have ta tell me or or nothin’. Just know that whatever ya feel, it's okay. And yer not alone."

He nodded, a hint of a smile returning. "Have you ever felt like that, Jack?."

"Get some sleep now," Jack said, patting the bed next to him. "We got a long day ahead."

He frowned and Jack sighed, “This ain’t about me, Snipe.”

Snipeshooter shuffled off to his own bunk, and Jack lay back in his.

In another lodging house across New York, a boy named Spot Conlon was the leader the newsboys and newsgirls who called this place home. His best friend, Hotshot, was his ally.

That evening, Spot and Hotshot sat in a small room off the main hall. With them was Jenny, a timid 11-year-old girl with a mop of red curls and creepy bug eyes. Jenny had been acting different lately—more withdrawn, more… well, just different. Spot knew it was time, but this one required a delicate touch.

"Hey, Jen," Spot began, his voice gentle. "Mind if we talk fe a bit? There's some stuff we’s gotta go over."

Jenny’s eyes switched between Spot and Hotshot, who sat beside her, offering a pursed press of lips (which is supposed to look like a reassuring smile.)

Her friends exchanged a worried look: Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot wanted to ‘talk’ to her. Alone. Is she gonna come back?

But then again, not everyone who’s alone with Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot to ‘talk’, necessarily dies. She may not even get hurt. In fact, just a few months ago, they were worrying the same about Pitch, the only one of the friends thats older than Jenny, when Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot, wanted to ‘talk’ to her alone, and she came back just fine. And now, Pitch was also the only one who didn’t look worried. Knowing, if anything. Jenny just turned eleven not so long ago after all. Pitch knew that.

"Okay," she said softly and exchanged a scared look with her friends. So she went with Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot to ‘talk’. Alone.

They sat her down in some room and Spot took a deep breath, exchanging a quick glance with Hotshot. "A’igh’, so ye’s getting te that age where things start te change. Ya body, ya feelings—they'se gonna be different. In’ it's important ye get what's happening."

Jenny looked down at her hands, fidgeting with a loose thread on her dress. "Like what?"

Hotshot leaned in, "Like, ye might notice yo body changin’. Ye gon’ start gettin’ bigger breasts, and you'll probably getcha period soon.”

“What’s that?”

“That's when you bleed from down there once a month.”

“BLEEDIN’?!” She almost shouted. (Were Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot threatening her?)

“It's parta growin’ up and becoming a woman."

Jenny's eyes widened, and she looked at Hotshot in alarm. "Is it bad?"

Hotshot shook her head, smiling reassuringly. Let me repeat: Spot Conlon’s second in command, Hotshot was smiling at her. The only reason she can find for that is that she was probably too young to be a threat to them, or to hurt her… maybe?

"Nah, it aint. It can be uncomfortable, but it's normal. Every girl goes through it. It means yer body is healthy an’ growin’ up just like it should."

Great. The one thing that kept her from being bet up was being a child, and now that’s gone too… wait. We’re they threatening her after all?

“But how’s it healthy ta bleed?”

Hotshot chuckled. C H U C K L E D. Spot Conlon’s second in command, Hotshot, who he and her were alone with right now to ‘talk’ chuckled at her.

“Good question, kid. But it won’t last longer than a week. If that helps…”

“A week?! Imma bleed out…” she realised in horror.

Spot nodded. He was painfully aware that they lived in a reality where kids knew about bleeding out, but not about their own body. "It's aint jus’ yer body changin'. When ya start likin' someone, it can be… confusin’. Ye might feel noivous, or somethin’ around them. That's normal."

"But how’s I know if I likes sumone?"

"Ye'll know. It feels different from just likin’ a friend.” Hotshot said, “Ye might get like… like a tingly feelin’ in ya stomach. Like ants in your stomach—“

“Ants?!”

“Butterflies.” Spot helped

“…or think ‘bout them a lot." Hotshot said.

Jenny blushed, looking down at her hands. "What happens if they like me back?"

Spot exchanged a quick look with Hotshot before continuing. "If they like yer back, it's important te be honest with each other. Talk ‘bout how ye feel and whatcha want. Maybe ye like boys, or maybe ya like girls. OR BOTH! Of course. Thats possible too. It's all part’a figuring out who ye are."

Jenny's cheeks flushed, and she looked between them, confused. "Is that...is that okay?"

“Ta have te figure ya’self out?”

“Well— yeah… but not that. I meant likin’ girls.” She whispered, “I din’ know that was even possible…”

"Absolutely," Hotshot said without hesitating. Her face was firm. "It's okay te like whoever ye like. Butcha gotta be real careful. Some people don' understand it. So it's important te know who ye c’n trust."

Jenny's eyes flickered with worry. "What if...what if I dunno who I likes yet?"

Spot smiled gently. "That's okay too. Yo don't have to figure it all out right now. Just take yer time in’ be yeself. You’se young.But ya gotta be careful too. Not everyone has good intentions. And if ye ever feel unsure or needa talk, ye can come talk te us."

Jenny looked up. ‘Talk’ to Spot Conlon or his second in command, Hotshot? "Really? I can talk te yer ‘bout anythin’?"

"Anythin’," Hotshot confirmed, reaching out to squeeze Jenny's hand. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Jenny took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing a little. "Thanks, Hotshot. And you too, Spot. I thought ye guys were gon’ beat me up."

Spot chuckled, “Now why would we do that?”

“I dunno! That’s why i was so scared and confused. I din’ even remember doin’ anythin’ wrong!”

“In’ even if ya did! Yer just a kid, we aint gon’ beatcha up!”

“Oh… but you’re Spot Conlon…”

“Don’ tell anyone.”

She giggled.

“But seriously: Do me a favour in’ act like I threatened yer or somethin’! Gotta hold this lodge up somehow.”

She nodded hurriedly.

Spot felt a surge of pride, mixed with a deep sense of responsibility.

“That ain’t gon’ be too hard ‘cause I thought that was the case until like… a minute ago…”

Spot breathed a laugh.

“Hey, uhm… thanks…”

"That's what we’se here fe, Jenny. Te look out fa each other. Now, get back te yer friends."

Jenny nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Jenny," Spot began gently, "there's more we needa talk about.”

Hotshot nodded, her expression turning serious. "That's right. Some boys, and even men, can be really bad te girls. They might try te take advantage a’yer, or make ye do things ya dun’ wanna. From experience I can say it's important te trust your instincts. If someone makes ye feel bad, get away from ‘em an’ tell someone ye trust."

Jenny's face reflected a mix of concern and determination. "But how do I know who ta trust?"

"Ye can trust us," Spot suggested. "And there’s others too. Older girls who have been through that, or even some of the boys. The ones i the lodge, ye can trust them. I know it. The older boys who look out fe ya. But always listen ta yer gut. If somethin’ doesn't feel right, it probably aint."

Hotshot leaned in closer to Jenny. "And rememma, ya have the right te say no. Ta anything. Yer body and yet feelin’s are yours, and no one has the right te make you do something you don' wanna. If ye ever have sumthin’ like that happen te yer, come ta me or Spot, okay?"

Jenny nodded, her eyes shining with , "Okay, I will.”

“Just remember, ye're not alone. We're all here for each other."

Hotshot gave Jenny's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Exactly. Growin’ up aint easy, but ye got people who care ‘bout ya. We'll help yer through it."

Jenny took a deep breath, standing up with a small smile, "Goodnight, Spot. Goodnight, Hotshot."

"Goodnight, Jenny," they replied in unison.

As Jenny left the room, Hotshot turned to Spot, her eyes soft. "’Thats what we’se here for’? Seriously?"

“I was tryin’! Ye said ta be nice about it!”

Hotshot sighed, “Ye did good.” She turned to leave with a clap on his shoulder.

Spot shrugged, a rare blush creeping up his neck. "Couldn't have done it withoutcha."

Hotshot chuckled, "Shut up…"

That night, Jenny krept into Pitch’s bed and asked her if the same happened to her when Spot Conlon and his second in command, Hotshot, had “talked‘ to her. Alone. (yes), whether she already had experienced all of that stuff (no), or some of it (yes), whether she liked anyone (let me sleep), and if she knew if she liked girls (what?)

In the borough of Queens, where the clang of streetcars and the bustle of vendors filled the air, there existed a lodging house where newsboys and newsgirls found sanctuary. Dottie O'Brien, known for her sharp wit and protective nature, was the eldest amongst the newsgirls, with her 17 years. She kept a watchful eye over the younger girls and boys, ensuring they navigated their lives with as much guidance as Queens could offer.

One evening, after the last papers had been sold and the sun dipped below the skyline in a aquarellic paint of blues and golds, Dottie found herself in a quiet corner of the common room. Timmy, a 10-year-old with tousled blond hair and a perpetual curiosity, approached her tentatively.

"Dottie," Tiny began, "can I ask you somethin'?"

Dottie looked up from the book she was reading, a small smile gracing her lips. "Course you can, Timmy. What's on your mind?"

Timmy shuffled his feet, glancing around. He met Dottie's steady gaze. "Well, it's about...about girls."

Dottie raised an eyebrow, masking her surprise with calm assurance. "Alright, what about 'em?"

Timmy hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "How do you know if you...if you like a girl?"

Dottie leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap and slapping the book close. "That's a good question, Timmy. When you like someone, it's like they're always on your mind. You might feel happy around 'em, or get shy and nervous. It's a funny feeling, but it's nice too."

Timmy nodded slowly, absorbing her words carefully. "And...what if the girl likes me back?" He‘d asked youthfully.

Dottie chuckled softly and warm. "Well, then you'll know because she might act different around you too. She might smile a lot or want to spend time with you. It's a bit like playin' a game of catch—tossin' hints back and forth until someone catches on."

Dottie could see a lightbulb, one of those rich-people-things, turn on in his head, but then it seemed to die down"But what if...what if someone's mean to her? Or tries to hurt her?"

Dottie's eyes softened, her protective instincts settinv in. "Tiny, listen to me. It's never okay for someone to be mean or hurtful. If you see someone actin' that way toward a girl—or anyone for that matter—stand up for 'em. And if you can't do it alone, find someone who can help. We gotta look out for each other, alright?"

Timmy nodded solemnly, his gaze steady and full of determination. "Alright, Dottie. I'll remember that."

Dottie smiled warmly, proud of Timmy's resolve, curiosity and courage . "Good lad. And remember, be respectful and kind. Treat others the way you want to be treated." She winked at hin knowingly. The girl always knew what was up but Tiny wasn’t being secretive about it either. She read him like she read her book earlier

Timmy shifted uncomfortably, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "Um, Dottie...what if I don't like girls? What if I...like boys?"

Dottie's smile didn't falter as she met Tiny's gaze, her voice gentle yet firm and strong. "Timmy, it's okay. Some boys like boys, and some like girls, and some like both. It's just how some folks are. But you gotta be careful who you tell. Not everyone understands, and some people can be mean about it. So if you ever feel that way, you don't gotta tell nopne unless you trust 'em completely. Alright?"

Timmy nodded, relief washing over his features. He grew visibly more confident and comfortable, "Alright, Dottie. Thanks for tellin' me. I was scared to ask."

Dottie reached out, ruffling his hair affectionately like an older sister might be seen with her little brother. "Timmy, if you ever want to learn more, there are older boys here who might know more. They can help you understand things better. And if you want, I can come too. Just let me know, alright?"

Timmy paused, considering her offer, before nodding gratefully. "Okay, Dottie. I'll remember that."

"You did the right thing, Timmy. Never be afraid to ask questions. That's how you learn. Now, it's gettin' late. Time for bed."

Timmy smiled, standing up straighter with newfound confidence. "Goodnight, Dottie."

"Goodnight, Timmy," Dottie replied warmly, watching him head off to his cot.

As Dottie settled back into her chair, the weight of responsibility mingled with a sense of satisfaction. Each talk, each moment of guidance, was a step toward helping somebody navigate the complexities of growing up in Queens. In a world where dangers lurked around every corner, she knew her role was crucial—to protect, to educate, and to ensure they all had a fighting chance in this city.

I was thinking about how Jack and Spot are the leaders of Manhattan and Brooklyn and they are in charge of all the newsies in their boroughs so does that mean they have to give younger newsies “THE TALK”. Imagine Jack Kelly sitting you down to do that like AHHHH (can someone write a fic about it but it like turns into a mess and jack ends up crying)

[grechsblog]

OH MY FUXKING GOD........................... i walked in the Corridor of Death (tm) and DIDNTWALK NEAR THE WALL like i usually do andthe fucnking. HEART ATTACK i experienced WHEN I UNDERSTOOD THAT ROCK WOULD FALL INTO ALMOST EXACt LOCATION BONNIE WAS STANDING IN...........................................

GOD.oh my GOD!!!!!!! oh my FUCKING god.

[ohitslen]

They are serving alright

Alternative vers. under

Inspiration:

Ann Demeulemeester Fall 2018 Ready-To-Wear Fashion Show

Alberta Ferretti Fall 2018 Ready-To-Wear-Fashion Show

[nomazee]

haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

<3

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

[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.

[mcybree]

session 5 for both scott and jimmy mirror each other in that they’re dedicated to powering up and preparing. scott gets a full set of protection IV diamond armor together with 30 diamonds in the enderchest to spare. jimmy, however, spends the entire episode trying to get good enchants on his iron set in a way that reminds me of a small bird flying into a window over and over again

[faunandfloraas]

Dreamt Chan joined the sydney swan's afl team and you might be like Chan doing sport? Sounds normal. but you don't know what the australian football league uniforms look like.

[delusionaltoma]

Good morning Tumblr, I woke up to a tweet I don't remember making

[squarebracketsmileyface]

I’m like, bombarding you now and I’m sorry- but I have so many thoughts. 👁️👁️

Like for instance- how much would Sorry, Its Locked have changed if Jay and Alex’s roles were swapped? Alex, who stayed relatively sane(at first), though still denied any feelings Jay(he’s straight, its just smex, shut up). And Jay, who gets so angry and hurt and harbors so much resentment for Alex over the whole thing that The Operator latches onto him instead. Jay who spirals and starts killing their friends(and probably Amy too out of sheer jealousy and resentment), who up and vanishes for years and Alex never knows why(was the smex that bad?).

Power bottom Jay who really doesn’t want to kill Alex, he likes him too much(maybe he’s a little obsessed now, just a bit), so every time they run into each other and Alex starts to question him Jay shoves him down onto the nearest surface and keeps him going till he’s so spent he can’t think straight. And this cycle keeps going until both of them hate each other so badly its angry and its hateful on sight(but they still can’t get rid of those feelings god damn it-).

Alex who teams up with Tim or with Brian when he realizes Jay is too far gone? Who finally accepts that maybe he is a little gay when things start happening between them. Jay, who gets so jealous and angry and believes there’s no longer any other way to spare Alex(if he won’t be with Jay then he can’t keep him safe, the only option left is to put him in the ground).

Oh My God

The way i wanna write this so bad now lmfao. It'd take so long but oh my god fucking IMAGINE IT holy shit. im going to go feral over this i fear.

This got really long lmfao

like... 1.8K words long 💀💀💀

Anyway, i love this idea so much so enjoy whatever tf this is under the thingy-ma-bob

Amy still dying but this time its because of Jay's jealously rather than Alex's hopeless final attempt to save her from his own fate is such a fun iea.

Honestly, i feel like Jay's motivations to kill (which have obviously been twisted by the Operator and all that, he wouldn't kill without it twisting him) would be very different to Alex's. At least in Sorry It's Locked. Because in S,IL Alex's motivations are purely to save people, it's just that the operator twisted him until he thinks killing is the only way to save people, he thinks him killing them is going against what it wasn't, when that's still what the Operator wants, as long as more people get exposed to the sickness along the way. Whereas the S,IL version of Jay probably wouldn't kill out of a twisted and misguided kindness, he'd still think he was doing the right thing, but I honestly think the Operator would have an easier time getting him to kill.

to me Alex is an extremely caring and selfless person. Like, sure he's a bit of a nob and his student film was shit and he just couldn't recognise that because he was pretentious and a film student, but like, idk in my head before the Operator got to him he was the sweetest person, hence how he managed to pull Amy lol. The Operator had to convince him that killing was the way to save people in order to get him to do what it wanted. Whereas with Jay i think he'd have a much easier time killing for selfish reasons, and honestly i feel like he'd still film like he does as the protagonist of MH. I think the Operator would convince him he'd been wronged by the people he was killing and that it was righteous revenge or justice for himself or something like that? You know?

He'd think he was doing the right think in the sense of his own sense of justice, rather than doing the right thing to save the other people exposed to the Operator sickness. And because of his hyperfixation on Alex, it'd definitely go in the same direction of him not wanting to kill Alex, because Alex hasn't wronged him, the world around them has wronged him by making Alex think they needed to hide that they were sleeping together. It was the world's homophobia that caused Alex to refuse to accept that he was queer in any way. And obviously if Jay doesn't blame Alex, it'd be really difficult for the Operator to convince him to kill him, because Jay's actions are based on getting the justice that he thinks he deserves.

He kills Seth and Sarah and tries to kill Brian and Tim because he believes that they weren't supportive enough to make Alex feel comfortable to come out or whatever. Right? But With the Operator going down that route to get him to kill, because that's the easiest route to take, it creates a bit of a problem for itself in the future if it wants Jay to kill Alex eventually. But i don't think it actually thinks. As in like, i don't think it is making any conscious decisions about what it does, its like that fungus that grows inside ants and takes over their nervous systems and makes them climb up high so it can spread its spores. I don't think it's a thinking creature, it just does what it does.

Anyway, i think in Alex's place, with justice as his motivation, Jay would kill more people, and i think he'd make an example of them. He'd still film everything because of the memory loss the Operator causes, but he'd use those videos to kind of, like, show off what happens if you're a homophobe. Or if he thinks you are one. Idk if that makes sense. And idk magic operator powers stop anyone thinking the videos are real, just like with the fact that we see Alex kill tunnel guy in the videos, but no one else in universe actually thinks they just witnessed a murder recorded and put on youtube.

I think with Jay in Alex's role, in Sorry It's Locked they'd probably have more than just one encounter where they have sex. Like, for Alex in actual S,IL that happens mostly just kind of impulsively because like, Jay is coming onto him and yeah, he does kind of miss what they used to have, he still felt shit about having to kill Amy so wanted to distract himself from that, and then afterwards he was like SHIT I NEED TO DRIVE HIM AWAY TO TRY AND SAVE HIM WITHOUT KILLING HIM. or something like that. Whereas with Jay in Alex's place I think he'd purposefully try to tempt Alex closer and closer to him, to try and get him on his side, to become like partners in crime. You know? Everything revolves around Alex for him, so of course he wants to keep him close and under his command.

I think Jay would still be the sub in their dynamic in this, but I think he'd be a bit more like he is in chapter two of If It Ain't Broken (which is up by the way, cheeky lil self promo lol). Because subs can be pushy and the one in charge of scenes in every way other than what they actually do within the scenes themselves. Does that make sense lol? Just because they're being submissive within a scene doesn't mean they are submissive in every aspect of their relationships. Y'know?

And I think at first Alex would be like, fine with it, like, he misses what they had, and he misses Amy (he doesn't know Jay killed her, all he saw was the Operator and someone who he couldn't actually make out and then everything goes blank and he wakes up somewhere else distraught knowing she's dead or something like that) so of course if Jay is offering comfort he's going to take it. He'd still be like, not accepting that he's queer himself and that he genuinely likes Jay, like you said. I think Alex wouldn't find out Jay's the 'villain' until quite a bit later than Jay found out that Alex was the 'villain' because Alex wasn't too concerned about hiding what he was doing because he thought he was saving people (except maybe tunnel guy, that seemed like a weird fear response lol)

ANYWAY, in this like, reversed Sorry It's Locked au i think Alex would take longer to find out Jay was the one killing people, because Jay would be more carefuly about hiding that it's him. He'd film all the murders and shit, but i fell like the main mystery would be who is killing, rather than like, who's behind the hoodie mask. (i know that's probably not like the main mystery, but it is to me lol)

Jay doesn't want Alex to be scared of him, and he's aware enough to know that knowing he's killing people would scare Alex off. The only things he really sees the way they are are things directly related to Alex, and he knows Alex will be scared of him/hate him if he finds out Jay's the one who killed Amy.

And (jesus this is long i'm so sorry)

Jay seeing things mostly as they are when it comes to Alex directly would mean that he'd see when things start to change with how Alex treats him when they sleep together. Aka Alex not wanting to do it as much because he's spending time with Tim and/or Brian and they're showing him what it's like to be in a healthy relationship (they let him still say it's just sex and nothing else, because that's how he feels most comfortable/safe/secure in himself, but they still make sure it's a healthy relationship while also trying to help him feel comfortable enough in himself to recognise that he's queer. I guess a bit like how Tim's going to try and help Jay come to terms with his gender identity in like, the actualy version of S,IL i'm writing, yknow?)

Anyway, Alex kinda drawing back from Jay and insisting on asking him questions and getting answers, rather than just letting Jay shove him onto the floor, or pull him in by his collar, or whatever so he can distract him with sex. Alex doing that would terrify him. Because his entire motivation is based around like, 'getting' Alex? Like, he's trying to make it so Alex feels safe to come out? Kinda? I don't know. He want's Alex to himself and Alex pulling away and trying to like, actually get answers rather than them just having sex would be the exact opposite of what he wants?

I think when Jay finds out Alex is in an actual relationship with Tim and/or Brian (whoever he teams up with, maybe both of them honestly) that's when the Operator kinda convinces him to kill Alex as well? Like, he's so angry and jealous and like, almost betrayed? that he goes from trying to have Alex to himself to just wanting to hurt Tim and Brian any way he can? Maybe? i don't know. Like, he wants to take Alex from them any way he can, and if he can't do that in a relationship sense then he'll have to do it physically.

I think first he'd try to like, capture Alex and keep him prisoner maybe? He wouldn't think of it like that, he'd convince himself Tim and Brian were bad for Alex in some way and that he's saving him, but eventually he'd just want to hurt Tim and Brian really fucking badly for 'what they did to Alex' (showed him a healthy relationship and made it so he decided that, no, he doesn't wanna keep doing this with Jay, actually). And that would be how it kinda ended? Like, I think it'd be a kinda murder suicide thing? Maybe? I don't know I'm very much making this up as i go along surprisingly (not surprisingly) lmao

I think Jay would kill Alex in front of Tim and Brian (with a knife, i think his weapon of choice is still a knife, and I think if anyone has a gun it's Brian but he's incredibly hesitant about ever using it), and then he'd turn the knife on himself. It'd be, like, to Jay it'd be that he and Alex would be together in death, and Tim and Brian would be left with only each other and they wouldn't get to have Alex?

does that make sense?

Then Tim and Brian have to navigate life after that, 1. navigate the revelation that it was Jay all along killing people (Jay was the mystery masked man rather than hoodie) and 2. that Jay took Alex from them even after they worked so hard to help Alex come to terms with his sexuality and everything?

maybe?

[harapeko-nan-desu]

EVERYONE WAKE UP I AM HUNGRY MERCH DROPPED

[kirkwallguy]

the storm coast is crazy because i hate it and get lost every time i go there but it's definitely one of the best maps in terms of quests and content

[thwackk]

here is my spiderverse oc (ft. a few other important characters) uhmmmm yeah.

the cat is Batman btw

[tacit-semantics]

I don’t think I’m finishing this degree folks

[extradimensional-catboy]

Well, well!

Look who’s finally back in town! Hello again, world! What did I miss?

[akkivee]

so from that kuukou sasara chapter from dod, kuukou’s ascetic training regimen goes something like

early morning waterfall training for an hour

meditation sessions

cardio via running thru forest terrain

walking thru fire and coal

midnight waterfall training

sleep for three hours and then rinse and repeat

no meals

all this for a week straight

and part of kuukou’s first bio was how he bested his father in presumably this regimen so i wonder where shakku taps out lol 🤔