#nothing to see here folks move on

[wes-laye]

Do y’all see my vision hahaha

I will also say I have lost steam painting…. Once again…..

[dcggersedge]

🍪

"Here's a lil challenge for ya," Griss all but growls when he finds Yunaka. Corners her, in fact (although even he's aware of how slippery a thief can be when they want). His smile is innocent enough, but his eyes don't quite match.

"Try to take this from me." He drags a cookie out from the box with his teeth and grins. "You won't. Bet you're too scared."

pocky day | accepting

"First, you keep making accusations about who I wanna sleep with. Now, you hunt me down for the kissing game." Yunaka scoffs as she leans against the wall and glares at him. "You sure you're not projecting on who wants who here?"

It's bait. It's so obviously bait. He couldn't have made it more obvious if he said "hey, I am baiting you into doing what I want cause I think it's funny". Which is basically what he was saying without saying it. She has no idea what he gets out of it, but it's very obvious what he wants her to do, and Yunaka should be just saving herself the time and ignoring him and going to do literally anything else.

...god she can't believe she's this fucking predictable.

Her hand moves quickly. She swipes at the cookie, breaking off as much of it as she can and catching it. Then, her other hand goes for the back of his neck and pulls him down so she can smash her lips against his.

If she squeezes her eyes shut, it's easy to ignore who she's kissing. That's what she tells herself, at least, as she ignores the sensation of his piercings in favor of prying his mouth open to steal that least piece of the cookie. As soon as she's sure she won, she bites down on his lip.

Hard.

Yunaka backs away against the wall again, spitting out the blood she drew from his lips. With out breaking her glare, she lifts up the bigger half of the cookie and bites that too.

(She hates admitting it, but even against him, the satisfaction of winning still settles pleasantly in her stomach.)

"How's that for scared?" She grumbles, quickly eating her hard earned prize before he can steal it back. "Didn't expect you to be all bark, Grissy."

[crow-quet]

im currently at my Job but if yall wanna send in mlp ships (or hell. even warrior cats ships) i'll draw/design fankids for them. doesnt matter if ive done them before or already have designs for them i'll do em again. if yall want like 17 rarijack kids i'll do it (or try)

anyways the ask box is OPEN :3

[howthesleeplesswander]

gay leans against the nearest wall just watching just admiring just . . . contemplating 🚬 (@corpcuffed is currently being restrained forcibly in the distance don't look at him)

// @ Ken obviously 🙄

@sansgout || Answered!

((that's okay, so is Rody alsdjflkd XDDD dON'T LOOK BOYS, THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE HERE))

"What? Is there something in my teeth?" But then a thought struck him. "Wait, wait—you're the chef here, right? If you're looking at me like that, maybe you're thinking you should add me to this evening's menu, hm?"

[whysamwhy123]

Forgive me for my sins buuuut...

JungleHook College AU, Jack’s going through a dry spell and won’t stop complaining to his roommate Hook about how frustrated he is, how he keeps striking out with every girl, can’t find anyone at all who’ll sleep with him and he’s so wound up and straight up having A Time, and so eventually Hook gets sick of his whining and just offers to give him a bro job.

And Jack’s like ‘’WHAT?! NO?! That’d be - ‘’ and then his pants are already halfway down his legs.

It’s OK because they’re both bros, you see? It doesn’t have to, like, mean anything. They’re BROS so it’s FINE. 

[ultimateanthropoll]

suspicious waffle header. I love you

I Do Not Know What You Mean That Is A Perfectly Innocent Stock Image Of A Waffle With No Perverted Implications Associated With The Furry Fandom Whatsoever

[famewolf]

my uncle gave me his login for an ancestry website that him and someone from a different, but related, family had worked on for quite some time.

how are these people living into their 70s and 80s in the 16th century??

[vifetoile]

not me reading and gloating over one-star reviews of The House in the Cerulean Sea, oh no, not me...

I maintain that book started its life as a cutesy fanfic of Good Omens, with Linus as Aziraphale and whats-his-name as Crowley.

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

still thinking about my ideal horror game

[confessional-dashboard]

Lmaooo I hope nobody laid eyes on that trainwreck before I came to my senses and made it private

[averydrearydiana]

[syoddeye]

you lose a bet. that's the only reason you're here, standing stiffly inside the train station, clutching a FREE HUGS sign instead of your last shreds of dignity.

you don't like talking to strangers. you certainly don't like touching strangers. and you make sure your face says exactly that. flat, unwelcoming, radiating pure do not perceive me energy.

for the most part, it works. only a handful of bewildered elders have taken you up on the offer, their hugs short and polite. a wayward toddler briefly latched onto your leg like a barnacle, but that was more an ambush than a hug. with less than an hour left in your sentence, you're starting to believe you'll make it through unscathed. your friends are in for an earful when you meet up later.

until you see them.

a group of men disembark from a train. big men, broad-shouldered, all muscle, and oozing confidence. they haul heavy bags like they weigh nothing, laughing and talking amongst themselves. you barely spare them a thought beyond what the fuck are they feeding them?

then one of them—in a cap pulled low—catches your eye.

he nudges the man beside him, smirking. and that man, whose hair is shaved into a godforsaken mohawk, turns to follow his friend's gaze. even across the station, you see how wide his eyes go. how sharp his smile turns.

oh no.

the group stops. he drops his bag. and then—

he starts toward you.

you should move. you should absolutely move.

his pace picks up. he weaves around people.

is he—oh my god, is he running?

your sign slips from your hands, forgotten. you throw up your arms in defense before he's on you. but instead of barreling into you like the juggernaut, two thick arms wrap around you, lifting you clean off the ground a few inches.

then stubble scrapes your neck. a kiss is pressed to it. warm, wet, and shameless.

and right in your ear, loud and wistful, "oh, bonnie, s'good to see you."

in shock, you squirm in his arms and hear a deeper, rumbling voice wave off some concerned bystander.

"nothin' to see here, folks. just a sweetheart welcomin' her man home."

[strawberrymatchawhore]

p power

rafe cameron

“take it from him and i leave him with nothing”

summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother

warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol

you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.

“can you not do that in my room? take this seriously.” john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.

“i dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.”

“i dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.” john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.

“what about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?” you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.

“i love you.. please” he pleads, eyes getting wetter.

“dont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.” you gritted through your teeth.

“i-”

“no, its okay. im done with this shit.” your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.

AT THE PARTY

you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.

you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.

“what are you doing here ?” you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.

“oh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?” you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.

oh shit

“the fuck are you doing bro? chill.” john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.

“you feel good about yourself ??” rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.

this is what he deserves

sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.

oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.

“looks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handful” john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.

“you like that shit johnny ? huh ?” he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.

“sarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.” you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.

……..

“jeez rafe you really fucked him up…” you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.

“yeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-” rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.

“fuck im sorry.” your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.

“nah don’t apologize.. just kiss me back” rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.

"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.

"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.

your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.

"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.

"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.

the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.

"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.

"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.

"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.

you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.

"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.

"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.

he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.

“rafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.

"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.

"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.

"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.

"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.

the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.

"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.

"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.

"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.

"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.

"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.

"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.

"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."

"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.

"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.

rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.

"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.

"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"

"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.

"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.

"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.

"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.

"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.

"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.

"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.

"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.

rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?

*attached video*

"shes busy rn bro"

5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.

why is he spam texting me?

"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.

“what the fuck is this rafe?!"

[thedandelionresistance]

Adding on that ADHD is pretty commonly comorbid with autism and schizophrenia (actually, if not for the stigma, schizophrenia might be considered as well in the theory that autism and ADHD are two components of an even wider overarching disorder, given the similarities in how it affects social functioning, language, and cognitive and executive function).

The three together are a KILLER combo for executive dysfunction. Add on complex trauma and...

Doctors hear one of those three diagnoses out of the three of them and immediately go, "We could harm you with treatment. We'll either withhold it or go super slow, if your psychosis gets any stronger whatsoever we'll force you onto antipsychotics or refuse to keep prescribing, and may even incarcerate you."

Never mind that I have complex trauma from decades of unmedicated executive dysfunction as I slowly went from being able to at least use maladaptive coping mechanism to struggle through, to explosive burnout and suicidal depression (that was always blamed on a "fault" with my brain but never the right one, and never the abuse nor the conditions that the psychologists themselves created by refusing to treat or often even acknowledge the actual issue, even before the onset of the schizophrenia).

I might more strongly believe that I'm a changeling or that my dolls and plushies and household objects all love me or at worst that the shadow people that flee in the presence of a *nightlight* might make me slightly nervous even with the nightlight or that I might have to remind myself that my parents are not secretly recording me because they have no reason to because for that one, I can effectively reality check myself just fine. Never mind that I might have to say "that is not a reality I live in" twice a month instead of once about the distressing stuff, when not ONCE has any med triggered my psychosis in any noticeable way.

Instead of focusing on how the trio plus complex trauma absolutely kneecaps my executive functioning so my brain has been slowly seceding from my body, filling up with stinging bees that choke out all the air and fill my lungs until they burst out into my chest and the rest of my body; that it has come to causing me actual physical pain - not shortness of breath or chest tightness really, just pain, everywhere, with a silent buzzing that never quiets while I'm still so chronically understimulated that the gnawing hunger never stops and standing under the loudest part of a fire alarm to the point even the high pitched piercing resounds in the deepest part of my chest feels like relief-

That's all metaphor (aside from the clearly grounded literal parts) by the way. Not detachment from reality.

I have slowly been caged by my own ribs, cut off from my supply of dopamine as it ran dry and paralysis crept up my nerves so that a former National Merit Scholar who was going to "do great things" nearly drowned in the bath from catatonia and learnt how to avoid being choked out by a cop for not being able to choke out the right words in the right order. Cognitive functioning, executive functioning - fancy words for the ability to move, to speak, to meet an extrovert's significant need for social interaction during the periods when social interactions inspire feelings from dread to irritability to a kind of misophonia (which I also have on a literal level) of internally hearing someone else's mind and heart, of the ability to interpret the world into meaningful brain data and react to it in the way I want, to be able to want-

Where the periods where the cognitive and negative symptoms recede and psychosis flows in to take its place are relative relief. I still can't move but I can lose myself wandering my mind and thousands of other places not bounded by the constraints of sanity, where with the support I otherwise need anyway I can get my material needs met (or at least, those I'm allowed to receive enough support for by my insurance, which is a material issue in consensus reality). I get to feel like my consciousness is expanding to become one with everything, spread a bit too thin to understand it all but I can choose places to explore understanding and maybe write a beautiful bit in a discord chat with friends about liminality that people I trust say is meaningful, if occasionally a bit over their head in a college physics lecture kind of way (if you see this, thank you, that was very sweet). I get to be blood, pushed to every extremity of existence, before I am sucked back into the heart, in the dark until the next beat.

For what? To paternalistically "protect" us from ourselves, too crazy to see that we'll just hurt ourselves if we're allowed near Big Dangerous Druggos, kiddo, you can't possibly be trusted with the insight to keep yourself safe because no one discloses to us when the psychosis might be becoming a threat or reacts "rationally" when they try to "address" it when it is disclosed - yeah, why might someone tell a helicopter full of machine-gun-wielding hunters that they're worried about a potential lycanthropy* exposure when they've seen the shattered corpses of wolves after the blades' unfeeling mechanical heartbeat receded?

*metaphorical in this case, but some of our delusions involve "clinical lycanthropy" or similar

To be clear, OP, if you want us to make this it's own post (or remove some of the bitterness and rage and terror and sheer luck that we've avoided official diagnosis so far, and just focus on the intersection of the 3/4 things) feel free, we will take it softly and respond kindly.

It's just - we have a complicated relationship with psychiatry and psychiatric trauma, but no matter your relationship with it, what psychiatry and neurology and even fields like gastroenterology and immunology don't yet understand about these things could fill books, and slowly, as veins of understanding are mined out of shafts dug into ignorance, it is filling books. Books and books and books and yet still, the narrative is not quite our own, twisted even with the best of intentions into mild condescension at best and literal imprisonment, literal torture, and death at worst.

I'm not here to attack psych as a field - this isn't even me trying to appeal to people who are moderate or favorable to it as someone who has incredibly complex feelings about it, it's literally just not what I'm here to say.

But I've been thinking so much lately about how no one knows about schizophrenic joy because the people with the cameras have done a close zoom shot fixed only on the tragedy, about how ADHD is often reduced to practically asymptomatic quirkiness and all claims of actual disability dismissed out of hand by anyone and everyone (even the disabled community - I was called an abled attention-seeking invader for talking about how when the control center of your physical body is lit aflame, that can physically bar you access as much as any lack of ramp. I am a barely ambulatory wheelchair user who was housebound from lack of a power chair and often bedbound from a mix of my physical illnesses and medical neglect at the time, with potentially life-threatening nutrient deficiencies only rivaled by my potentially life-threatening reactions to all but oat flour, clean water, and on good days, a little bit of sugar and baking soda. I even lost rice and chicken, the gold standard for my condition. It's unclear if I'll ever get the latter back, as it may even be for reasons as-yet-undiagnosed.

I'm saying this not as a critique, but to celebrate things your thesis. To celebrate our voices ringing out to tell the world our stories. Quite frankly, I think it is a victory wherever it occurs, no matter my complex thoughts towards any field of medicine. (I have many, because I am a believer in science in all its fallible and human-biasable glory, and want to stitch up the wounds left by bias and science-as-gospel as a doctor myself someday.)

Sorry, rambling. Point is mostly just: I'm glad we're talking about this. I'm glad we're finally keening our pain and rage and fear and channeling it into further knowing our own selves - especially in ways that can help amplify our voices and uplift our communities, which I think this is. I've spent years feeling like I've been screaming into the void of a vacuum, only to finally hear sound.

Quite frankly, I could mutter about my thoughts on ADHD being a protogenic and potentially structural neurological phenomenon on the same way as schizophrenia and ADHD, especially given its suspected genetic component, and that I think the paper may be reversing the direction of causality when it comes to especially complex trauma in childhood and neurodivergence, but there's time enough for all that later.

I guess I just... need a moment of hope and joy and above all, community, sharing the highs and the lows of having these wilful, unruly, and stubborn brains.

ADHD is so debilitating and it isn’t talked about enough. Imagine your body doesn’t produce enough of the most essential neurotransmitter. You are constantly seeking this neurotransmitter through any way possible, and it’s why you get addicted to doing things or focusing so heavily on something you forget to meet every single basic need.

You sit there and question what the fuck is wrong with you because it was so easy to study yet you just didn’t do it. It was so easy to do the things you stopped doing but you literally can’t do them.

Like wtf do you fucking mean I was born with a chemical imbalance that makes me incapable of getting up??? Wtf do you mean I have to take stimulants to counteract crippling ADHD symptoms, and then those stimulants actually just make me like everyone else????

Dude. What the fuck.

[hana-no-seiiki]

omg yesss i loveeee undyne and percival king theyre the girl ever

tfw you want them to suplex you to oblivion

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Buckle up, folks, and prepare yourself for spoilers!

Because we’re going to be analyzing this scene today. And I’m going to explain why Starscream could’ve won.

After D-16’s initial attack, Starscream falls back to recover, and quickly counters with some skilled aerial maneuvers. Here’s a post so you can appreciate it better. Starscream is taking full advantage of his flight ability here. He’s leading the high guard, of course he’s going to be good at flying.

Side note: we don’t know if Starscream is the official leader of the high guard, do we? Maybe he just claimed leadership after they went into exile. It would be fun to think about.

As an extra note: Starscream is using his thrusters to carry both of them, holding D-16 up by the neck.

Extra extra note: D-16 kicks Starscream between the legs.

Now look at this. Here’s when D-16 transforms his foot to kick starscream off.

It all happens in a split second, but I tried my best to get screenshots.

Do you get what I’m trying to show?

Starscream angles his body forward, with the thrusters still on, before D-16 makes contact with him. He sees the kick coming, and he moves to counter it. When he realises he’s not fast enough to counter, he lets go of right D-16 before the impact in order to make sure he’s flung backwards instead of being injured. If he was still holding on, the damage would’ve been far more severe.

Sure, I find it a little surprising that a guy who can fly would fall in his butt, but I think I can explain it away. The thrusters are turned off when he’s kicked, but they return while he’s flying away. I think that may have been accidental. Maybe he intended to right himself midair and fly away but was unsuccessful, maybe he didn’t mean to activate them.

Either way, it contributes to him landing rougher than he would’ve intended. While I’m here, I want to point out D-16’s little swing off the wall to land next to Starscream. Very graceful.

Right before and right after getting punched in the face. There is momentary surprise, but no fear. He doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t take time to recover. One second of scowling, and then “HIT ME!” He doesn’t even need to catch his breath.

Slowing the scene you can see the punches have Starscream’s neck bent at an over 90 degree angle. Not only does he not react to the pain at all, but he also KEEPS ENCOURAGING HIS OPPONENT.

His body language and behavior is confident while he’s being punched. Only when D-16 turns his attention to the crowd does Starscream attempt to free himself.

He’s intentionally antagonizing his opponent, making D-16 drop his guard and focus on giving the crowd a show, he takes the punches like they’re nothing and only tries to break free when D-16 looks away.

Focus on Starscream’s hands here. D-16 loses his focus, Starscream is very clearly trying to pry him off.

And here, just a few seconds later. First his hand is just… sitting there, not making any attempt to pry off the guy squeezing his throat (presumably very painful) and instead continuing to yell (presumably very painful). And then he Grabs and Pulls Him Closer. This isn’t the body language of a person who’s afraid, Starscream was biding his time and waiting for the opportunity to catch D-16 off guard, use a sudden moment of distraction to his advantage.

We only see fear from him at the very end. Only when he sees the arm cannon which is something nobody expected. Not even D-16 himself. From Starscream’s perspective he was waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to overpower an enemy who is stronger but less skilled and experienced than him, all the while giving the troops a good show. And then the guy pulls out THAT THING to his face.

You can see the moment he knew he fucked up. There’s nothing he can do after that except ask for mercy.

It’s my personal belief that had the battle lasted longer, and had D-16 not discovered his Murder Arm, Starscream would’ve won.

And although I’m not disappointed in this outcome, I would’ve also loved if D-16 had the upper hand physically but still got defeated due to Starscream’s cunning and experience. We would’ve seen Starscream show his talent, and seen that D-16 still has a long way to go.