#m so burned out

[chiyoso]

POOKIE I LOVE YOUR WORK KKK I swear I'm not just saying that, if I don't like someone's work I would not follow them and I treat with them like this

im in my isolation, self hate, self doubt and self sabotaging mode im sorry babe 🥺

[waywardted]

You ever wonder why we’re here?

[majorbaby]

[whatwooshkai]

Gimme a number 5! :D

Chase's face is contorted in badly disguised panic as he stands there, finials practically brushing the lights on his back, waiting for instruction.

Charlie tries desperately not to laugh, coughing into his fist. "I am so sorry," he says, voice strained, as Mayor Luskey forces his way out of the car, fuming.

"BURNS!" he snarls, his toupee slightly askew, and he nearly trips over the grappler as he storms up to him. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

"So sorry," Charlie repeats, noticing that Chase has started nervously wringing his hands. "The police bot noticed your car was going above the speed limit and wasn't responding to the flashing lights, so he- uh, the AI, I mean- took the next logical step." He gestures at the scene. "Hence the grappler."

Chase had deployed it without asking, and Charlie hadn't even known what happened until the mayor's car had suddenly stopped and started swerving in front of them, caught in a trap of yellow nylon webbing.

"Well- well- fix it!" Mayor Luskey turns on his poor chauffeur and starts shouting again, and Charlie notices the slight sigh of relief from Chase as the attention is taken off them.

"Police bot," Charlie orders, biting back his smile, "fix this please."

"Yes sir," Chase says, sounding much less confident than usual.

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"I didn't even know you had a grappler," Charlie pipes up as they roll into the firehouse's driveway. "My last patrol car sure didn't."

"It was equipment I had back on Cybertron," Chase explains as the garage door closes behind them, then transforms when Charlie steps out. "I just haven't had a reason to use it until now."

"Well, uh, good to know," Charlie says, patting his hands on his hips. "Just maybe ask first next time?"

"Of course," Chase hums, and his finials flatten against his helm.

"So, do you have any other equipment you're holding out on me?" Charlie continues teasingly, and Chase's finials cant back.

"No," he answers, sounding almost disappointed. "A question better suited for Heatwave. I have not seen him use any of his arsenal."

"Really?" They step on the lift together. Normally Charlie would go back upstairs, but now he's curious. "What kinds of equipment?"

"I'd imagine it's similar." Chase taps his foot against the ground as the lift starts down. "He's got a kit hand."

"What's that?"

"Heatwave!" Chase addresses the fire bot instead, who's up on one of the pillars with the training dummy.

"What?" he calls back, leaning against it.

Chase gestures to Charlie. "He's curious about your equipment."

Heatwave frowns. "...What equipment?"

"Your firefighting equipment. You hand." Chase gestures abstractly.

"Oh." Heatwave jumps down and Chase offers his hand to Charlie, who climbs into it, and he's deposited onto Chase's shoulder for a better view. "Most of it's only accessible in my alt mode, but I got a few things."

He sticks his forearm out and a panel retracts. "Winch," he says, gesturing at it. "Got them on both sides. And my hand's kit." His left hand retracts back into his forearm, and he transforms tools out in rapid succession, including but not limited to a sledgehammer, an axe, a halligan, and a chainsaw. His hand's back in a few moments, and he offers Charlie a shrug. "I don't really have a need for them. I can usually brute force my way through any of the emergencies you guys have."

"True," Charlie hums, "but it's good to know. Thank you."

Heatwave blinks, then nods, turning away and going back to his dummy. Charlie looks to Chase. "Do the others have equipment like that, or, uh, 'kit' hands?"

Chase's finial flicks. "Why don't we go ask?" he says, voice colored with an excited lilt.

Charlie gets the distinct impression he's being included on something important, but he can't even begin to be sure of what. So he just smiles, pats Chase on the cheek, and lets him take him to the others.

[sipped-lapped-swilled]

Do yourself a favour and take a look at this really cute interview

[frnkiebby]

have you considered joining the @mydinnercult ?

having already been in a cult once, i think i’m all set on being in one again lmfao~🎃

(/lh btw)

[what’s in it for me?]

[musubiki]

lately ive been thinking about the contrast going on in Early Lime where hes like "tbh im pretty sure i could have any girl i wanted including mochi i mean i guess if she wanted we could give it a shot one day but i dont really care lol" and then very easily becoming completely unhinged for her the second he gets a tinge of romantic affection

[caffiene-fueled-fuckery]

Mash Attachment Styles are driving me fucking insane

I’m doing a reading for my uni class and all through uni and part of high school we learned about attachment styles but the more I read (especially the more I read about adult attachment and write papers on it and such) the more I keep thinking about what all the characters attachment styles are and W H Y.

Thinking about securely attached Potter trying to understand why Radar is the way he is, and poor Radar having just lost a second Father figure… Hawkeye being ambivalent leaning towards avoidant after Carly left him and then Trapper left without a note and during gfa he knows he won’t see BJ again and BJ won’t say goodbye goddammit. Or Frank who is so desperate for love but doesn’t know what to do about it. And Father Mulcahy who doesn’t get close to people not just because he’s a priest but because he was rejected by his parents and peers as a child, and now trusts very few people with his vulnerable side.

Just. MASH attachment styles.

[doesthislooklikepeacetoyou]

[generalsmemories]

ya'll please i haven't even finished the 1k requests and we're already nearing 2k.

[batcavescolony]

M*A*S*H

The thing about Hawkeye is that he doesn't want to be in Korea, he'd rather be anywhere else and he's not afraid to tell anyone that. but the SECOND those choppers roll in and those wounded need help, he's professional and ready to save lives.

[glamrock-freddy]

Hmgnhm coughing up an au. Have some undercooked doodles

[colorisbyshe]

People are arguing about the effectiveness/moralness of self immolation as a protest tactic in the notes of my post and I neeeed y'all to know you are part of the fucking problem. You are absolutely part of the problem.

Self immolation SHOULD be effective. Something that extreme should be effective (though, obviously not encouraged, please do not kill yourselves) and being dismissive of it and immediately positioning yourself as like... more politically savvy than the person who literally JUST killed themselves is fucking disgusting.

Watching a clip as a man slowly crumbles into himself as he is burned alive and saying "This accomplishes nothing" is gross and if you think my post was doing that, I have failed. Pointing out political action is rarely recorded in the history books wasn't me saying it does nothing--it was me saying "history books" love to suppress actual history if it doesn't fit their narrative. If it threatens the status quo and might inspire others to work for change and strike out against structural powers.

Obviously, no one single act or person can totally change everything. There is no radical shift from one life taken (and his life WAS taken by this administration more than it was taken by himself).

It's about the collective total of ALL of our actions--the big, the small, the palatable, and the ugly, which this was. There's a REASON why the press is refusing to report on his death accurately and there is a REASON he went out of his way to fight that and document his death so clearly, identifying himself, live streaming, declaring his intent and cause with his last fucking breath.

It's because his actions do inspire change when properly witnessed. This isn't something that is meant to make Biden go "Oh, shit, stop the genocide" but it is meant to wake up everyone else. People who loved him, people who served with him, people who didn't serve with him but also feel trapped by military contracts, people who felt the genocide was bad but hadn't quite been pushed to action yet.

Viewing this as a singular political event that was intended to change everything shows YOU are the one who doesn't know what is or isn't effective. Political action is ALWAYS about the COLLECTIVE impact and about mobilizing a larger front.

Immediately dismissing what he did as mentally ill or well-intentioned but ineffective is kneecapping the impact. Just so you can feel smug. It's the same energy as people saying donating in small amounts won't do anything, even if those donations add up to something large.

It's obvious to me when y'all are saying shit just to make yourselves feel above everyone else. Where you're doing everything just to prove you're a smart, moral person. Nothing is derived from empathy or thinking of the collective. It's just about you.

Nevermind that even if it is "ineffective," how fucking dare you look at someone driven to one of the most painful forms of suicide, using his final moments to desperately cry for change and say his death doesn't matter. How fucking dare you. Genuinely, what is wrong with you?

[whatwooshkai]

Gibt mir 9!! (Love these btw)

Something is wrong.

There's a weird noise coming from Chase's engine. His shoulders are scrunched to his audials and his finials are pinned back, his optics screwed shut.

But the weirdest part is no one seems to be paying him any mind.

Cody taps the side of Boulder's helm from where he's perched on their shoulder, pulling their attention away from Blades and Heatwave's ping pong game. "What's wrong with Chase?" he asks, pointing to the bot in question, who makes a weird cross between a squeak and a whine.

"Oh! Wait," Boulder claps their hands together as the game rises in ferocity behind them. "You guys have a word for it. He's- uh-"

Suddenly, Chase's plating flaps as air rushes out of all his vents, and his siren gives a WHOOP! on his back. Everything in a ten foot radius rustles with the force of it, and Chase drops his shoulders, clearly feeling some kind of relief.

It kind of looks like... "Sneezing?" Cody guesses.

"Yes, that was it!" Boulder claps their hands together. "That-"

"SCORE!" Heatwave shouts behind them.

"NO! THAT WAS OUT OF BOUNDS!" Blades shouts back. Heatwave grabs the ball from the floor and throws it at Blades, who lets it bounce off his forehead with wide optics. "BOULDER!" he suddenly yells, grabbing onto their arm. "It was my point! Tell him!"

"Quit hiding and tell me yourself!"

In the background, Chase's engines hiccup as he prepares for another sneeze.