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does anyone know of a completely silent computer mouse? My cats really don't like the clicky
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#Wireless Keyboard#Silent keyboard#ChatGPT#logicool#logitech#Wireless Mouse#Silent Mouse#keyboard#peripherals#wordpress
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Wireless Rechargeable Silent Mouse For Gaming
#mouse#gamingmouse#bluetoothmouse#wireless mouse#rechargeablemouse#silent mouse#mousepad#modest mouse#mouseposting#mousewait#laptop mouse
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me inside and outside …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ
#morute#silent movies#dollcore#1920s hollywood#20s#dollette#1930s vintage#bebe daniels#betty boop#silent era#clara bow#madge bellamy#gothic#books#old music#rats#mouse#rodents#pinkcore#pink aesthetic#pink moodboard#pink blog#pink#the picture of dorian gray
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Hezzah maosn 🤭🤭🤭
#heather MOUSE#idk LOL it's been a while w the silent hill thing eh?#hope i can bring more soon#silent hill#silent hill 3#silent hill fanart#fanart#sh3#video games#silent hill series#heather mason#heather silent hill#heather#cheryl silent hill#cheryl#cheryl mason#silent hill art
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#FanArtFriday @designandamovie 's fan art of a dimunitive Damfino! Send your Buster Keaton fan art to [email protected] for a chance to be featured in future or in our magazine, “The Keaton Chronicle.”
#buster keaton#sherlock jr#fan art friday#mouse#fan art#art#silent era#silent movies#vintage hollywood#1920s#ibks#the international buster keaton society#buster keaton society#the damfinos#damfino#damfamily
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Gregory needs faz-therapy
#Gregory fnaf#fnaf gregory#fnaf ggy#meme#fnaf sb fanart#Fnaf sb meme#glamrock freddy fnaf#glamrock freddy#someone get him therapy#Literally cackling because I found an entire room that was on fire#In sb#Under Roxy raceway#It's just a contained fire#Gregory doesn't even comment on it#The entire room is in flames and he just stands there#Silent as a mouse
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Buster Floats
Music: Float On by Modest Mouse
#buster keaton#modest mouse#float on#comedy#silent movies#1920s#silent film#silent comedy#1920s cinema#golden age of hollywood#hollywood#slapstick#my edit
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his new wings look so good. his new suit looks SO good. i'm so mad oh my god
#JUST TAKE HER OUT OF IT. IT'S OK WE CAN ALL PRETEND IT NEVER HAPPENED MARVEL i'm lying. they just hate him they just hate my best friend sam#stirring my coffee silently in a state of crisis. why doesn't marvel want me to be happy#why don't they want the guy they let be captain america be captain america#mickey mouse i am just asking questions do not mind the brick in my hand just quickly just really quickly why's she in the movie. and now.#AND WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO ISAIAH. LEAVE THAT MAN ALONE#kayvswords#tbd#mcuwhining#he did the little spin kick thing......sam i love you so much.....
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Do you have any random kanade headcanons? You understand her so well 🤝
i think i've answered something like this before but, in conclusion, i am a VERY boring person and i mostly stick to canon so i have no headcanons of... anybody really...
#wait i have ONE and its that mfy sleeps like a log#like mfy sleeps like a corpse you don't even know if shes breathing or anything just laying there face up and hands folded#and silent like a mouse like.. it is just so funny to me
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Twilight 2077
#oc: vincent guerra#oc: batsheva#otp: cat and mouse#cyberpunk 2077#masc v#fem v#i saw stephanie myer speak at a local bookstore in 2005#could have ended it all then#she was talking about being in talks with mtv for a movie#and my mom and i in the back laughing silently like yeah right#also ive never read the books and only half watched the rifftrax versions of the movies#photostory
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I can't express how badly I need Dale Dimmadome and Augustus Crumhorn IV to be fancy tech college roommates and that's why they both like robots and Dale says "Innit?" like a Brit despite having a Southern father.
I feel like the running gag of lightbulbs going out when Augustus is near them is in such extreme conflict with Dale's love for slapping his branding everywhere and flashing his boots that if they had to walk anywhere together, Dale would strangle him and/or run away from him at top speeds while Augustus's dog instincts kick in and he just chases him down the hall barking his head off. The billionaires are fighting...
They can be terrible rich single parent friends together... although I don't think it will go well between Dale stomping all over Dev and Augustus shrinking in terror from his radioactive daughter who can shoot laser beams from her eyes... Local traumatized lemonade stand employee and some yippy ankle-biter Doberman against the world, which they will buy and destroy if left unattended for 6 minutes.
I don't take constructive criticism btw.
#FOP#Fairly OddParents#A New Wish#Danger Mouse#Dale Dimmadome owner of Dimmadome Global#FAIRIES!#I've been thinking about this for so long and I can stay silent no longer. I need them to make each other worse. do u understand.#I love Crumhorn... “Marci; buy [France] and change the name to Loserville” is objectively one of the funniest lines I've ever heard.#I'm sorry I'm head-in-handsing over Augustus tucking his scary laser-eye daughter into bed despite not living with her(?)#What do you mean he gifted her a calendar that can rewrite actual time? why did he do that.#TIL it's spelled Dobermann except in U.S. and Canada
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Il Mago sorry i haven't gotten more pages out. my jobs been running us a muk to the point that im just too tired to draw. but im hoping to get more pages out by the end of july https://www.theduckwebcomics.com/Happy_Fathers_Day_A_Silent_Hill_crossover_comic/
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Sleepy Experiments
It is officially lee!George week! :D I'm so excited I finally got to do something like this - I've had this idea since @fluffallamaful did an incredible lee!Dream MONTH last June, and truthfully I've wanted to do this since last August but....better late than never, right? 😇 I also wanna just thank @awkwardtickleetoo for helping me with everything - prompts, ideas, proof reading, etc. Cal is literally there for me always and Im so grateful for him, he truly is my lil knight ):
day 1 - soft tickles / prompts found here!
(lee!George / ler!Dream : 3.8K words)
“Dream! Stohop!” George was met with yet another poke to his side, jerking his body to the left to escape Dream’s finger. He let out a sigh in fake frustration, fully aware that Dream was bound to become bored as they’d been attempting to nap with no success for a little while now. George had almost drifted to sleep multiple times, but every single time he did, he was met with a poke from the restless blonde boy.
“George! I cahan’t!” The elder couldn’t help but giggle at the mocking as Dream leaned his cheek against his right palm, elbow propped onto the bed beside him while he wiggled his free pointer finger in the air in front of George’s face to tease him. The brunette quickly swatted it away, making Dream let out a huff of amused air through his nose before making a move to poke George again. “Just a little!”
“Nohoho! Leave mehehe alone!”
“Come on, Georgie, please? I promise I’ll be reaaaaally gentle. And maybe it’ll help me sleep!” Dream stuck out his bottom lip as far as it would go as he held out his words, the pout matching the puppy dog eyes he was using to melt the Brit. George let his head fall back onto the pillow beneath him, letting out a groan and bringing his right arm up to cover his eyes to prevent him from seeing how closely Dream was focusing on him.
“I- I mean- why? Just- …ugh, fine.” George winced when Dream let out a squeal of excitement, dropping his arm back against the blankets and cracking an eye open to see Dream quickly push himself into a kneeling position beside him. “You have to be so gentle though, Dream! I mean it! One wrong move and you’re done.”
“I promise to be so gentle!” The blonde smiled at the warning, tapping George’s thigh twice before continuing. “Do you mind turning over for me, George?”
George felt his cheeks fill with warmth, nodding his head with a quiet whine as he adjusted himself to lay on his tummy. He felt the familiar weight of the younger boy settling on the back of his thighs, jumping slightly when Dream hooked two fingers under his shirt and began revealing the pale skin beneath it. He felt goosebumps spread across the expanse of his back as the cool air blanketed every inch of it, making him squirm slightly with a shiver and growling at Dream when he giggled at the involuntary movement.
“Do you really have to lift my shirt up for this?” His voice was more high pitched than he expected it to be and swallowed thickly, looking over his shoulder at Dream and coughing slightly to adjust it back to the normal tone. “I mean, it seems a bit excessive.”
Dream let out a scoff at the passive protest, tilting his head slightly to the right when he saw the tips of George’s ears turning a light pink. He chuckled as he continued to slowly drag the black T-shirt up until it was sitting just below the bottom of his shoulder blades. George felt the fabric glide lightly across his skin when Dream released his grip, making him squirm briefly at the soft tickly feeling.
“Oh George, if that bothered you, how are you gonna handle the actual tickles?” Dream cooed, smiling as the smaller boy began to squirm a little more at the thought of the soft tickles that awaited him. Dream swiped a pointer finger just below both his shoulder blades and chuckled when the smaller boy screeched, pushing his face into the pillow and muffling a nervous giggle that he couldn’t keep in any longer.
“Wahatch it! I can stop this right now, you know!” George threatened as he adjusted his arms, folding them underneath the pillow before laying his head back down against the soft fabric.
“What?! No! Please don’t!” The tone of his voice sent a small dagger into George’s chest, melting him instantly. He knew that Dream was fully joking, but the fake hurt in the younger’s voice made George want to let Dream tickle him forever.
“I…I won’t,” He sighed in defeat. “Just…be careful, okay?”
George was met with a small chuckle in response, giggling himself when he felt Dream’s fingers touch down just under his shoulder blades and wiggle lightly against the warm skin there. He twisted his fists up into the pillowcase, squeezing the fabric between his fingers in an attempt to keep his arms raised.
Dream continued to softly skitter his fingers over George’s back, spreading his hands further apart to trail up and down the sides of his spine. He arched into the bed as Dream’s right pointer finger traced back up his spine and between his shoulder blades, giggling harder and kicking his feet against the covers a few times to relieve some of the tickly energy that was coursing through his body.
“You’re cute when you’re all squirmy like this.” The blonde stated, no teasing tone to be found in his voice. This only further proved to fluster George as his face grew hotter, making him turn to fully bury his face into the pillow.
“Shuhut up!” George’s giggles were quickly morphed to cackles as Dream used both pointer fingers to walk under his shirt, scratching lightly at the sides of his armpits and following George whichever way he twisted.
“It’s the truth! What am I supposed to do, lie to you?” Dream giggled from his spot on George’s thighs, flattening his palms and dragging them slowly down before spidering his fingers along the boy’s lower back. The brunette jumped in surprise at the sudden tickling, giggling harder and visibly struggling more and more the longer Dream focused there.
“Ahaha, please! I- Dreheheam! Gehehentle, plehease!”
“Thihis is gentle! I’m not sure I could get any more gentle if I tried!” Despite his rebuttal, Dream pressed his palms down again into the pink skin of George’s lower back and began rubbing to help soothe the tingly feeling.
“Thahahank you!” George’s laughter was slowly calming down, the pitch raised into tiny squeaks but becoming less frequent as the time passed. Dream felt his own cheeks filling with heat at the reply, rarely experiencing that level of politeness from the Brit. He leaned his body slightly to the left to look at George, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies at how wide his smile was, and how happy he looked with his eyes squeezed and nose scrunched.
“Anything for you, my little prince.” He was met with a high pitched whine followed by chirpy giggles, making Dream’s tiny grin grow into a full blown toothy grin.
After sitting back on George’s thighs again, adjusting himself to balance comfortably, Dream used his pointer and middle fingers from both hands and slowly walked them up George’s back, pressing in and wiggling slightly as they continued their journey from his lower back to just under his shoulder blades once more.
“I didn’t realize how sensitive your back was, Georgie. And here I am, just thinking I was the only one cursed with this weakness!” He continued to speak as he made little swirls with his fingers on the sides of George’s back, careful to not tickle too much over his back ribs in fear of disturbing the smaller boy’s state of sleepy bliss he was caught in. “I hope you know I’ll remember this.”
“Whahahatever!” The brunette exclaimed, wiggling slightly as the soft tickling continued under his shirt and around his shoulder blades. He scrunched his shoulders up as high as they would go, shaking his head back and forth as tickly circles were drawn around the sensitive bones of his upper back, hugging the pillow as tightly as he could as a source of comfort.
The younger boy hummed in response, a smile clear in the tone as he removed his hands from under the shirt and made his way back down to the dimples of George’s back, tracing and skittering all ten of his fingers as he went. As much as he loved the sound of George’s cackling, squealing and giggling, he didn’t want to tire the boy out too soon. After another minute of gentle tickles around the sides of his lower back, Dream flattened his palms again and began to rub the entirety of George’s back, helping to calm him and work him through the giggles that continued to pour from him.
Dream eventually made his way to George’s shoulders, helping relax them back down from being pressed up against his ears. He used his hands to squeeze the muscles there every few seconds, giving George a gentle massage as his giggles slowly dissolved. The blonde noticed how small George looked beneath him, his hands completely engulfing his shoulders and making Dream let out a chuckle at how tiny he actually was. George let out a contented sigh, ignoring the giggle and turning his head to lay his cheek on the blankets comfortably, closing his eyes just moments later. George could feel himself drifting off to sleep when suddenly his eyes shot open, Dream’s hands having moved closer to his neck and sending a horribly tickly sensation to his nerves.
“Wait, whahat?! Nohoho!” The elder scrunched his shoulders up and attempted to block the sensitive muscle where his shoulders and base of his neck met, clearly surprised at how much it affected him.
“Awh, what’s wrong, sweetheart, does someone have a sensitive neck?”
“You knohohow I do!”
The brunette buried his head into the blankets below him once again as he let out a squeal, feeling Dream’s fingers walking up the sides of his neck until he was directly under his ears on both sides. He began to gently flutter his fingers in the hypersensitive area, giggling to himself when George’s laughter rose in pitch until it was nothing but bright chirps and loud squeaks.
“Listen to you, George! You’re like a little bird!” The older boy groaned through his giggles at the comment, not knowing whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that though as a tiny raspberry was suddenly placed below his right ear, making him screech and attempt to bring up his shoulder again. Unfortunately for George, Dream’s chin blocked it and another small raspberry was placed in the same spot.
“NAHAHA P-PLEHEASE! G-Gehehentle, Dream!”
The skitters against his skin turned into gentle rubs, taming George’s giggles almost instantly and allowing him to relax back into the touch.
“I know, I know. I just can’t help myself, George. You’re too cute when you get all scrunchy.” Dream giggled at his own words as he watched George melt into the blankets beneath him. He moved his pointer fingers to swipe at the shell of George’s ear to hear him squeal again before rubbing the ghost tickles out immediately after the action.
“W-Well, you’re ahahan idiot!”
“Maybe, but I’m your idiot. So that makes up for it, right?”
George could hear the smirk in Dream’s voice and refused to answer out of spite, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing the stupid remark had made me smile, too. After a few more minutes of Dream soothingly rubbing over George’s shoulders, he tapped on the smaller boy’s back a few times to get his attention.
“Is it okay if you turn onto your back for me? I wanna try something else.” The blonde was met with a small whine in response, but lifted himself slightly off of George’s thighs when Dream felt him begin to turn over anyway. Dream’s grin only grew when George flashed him a death glare, watching as he flopped himself down onto his back with an eye roll.
“There. Happy?”
Dream raised an eyebrow at the question as he looked George’s torso up and down, shaking his head slightly in disapproval as he lowered himself back onto George’s thighs. His eyes were glued to George’s shirt, which had fallen back down to cover his tummy as the smaller boy maneuvered himself just seconds before.
“I would be, but you messed up your shirt! Now I have to pull it up again.” Dream sighed in feigned annoyance. He made sure to meet George’s gaze as he slowly began to push his shirt up once again, this time stopping at the middle of his ribs and dragging his fingers down his sides once he was satisfied with the amount of tummy exposed. The brunette writhed with a high pitched giggle at the tracing on his sides, bringing his hands up to hide his face out of embarrassment.
Dream slowly skittered his fingers lightly over George’s lower tummy, feeling the smaller boy squirm a little more than he had been as he kicked his feet pathetically against the bed behind him. The blonde used his pointer fingers to continue to trace up and down the sides of George’s tummy, listening to the many different types of giggles it produced while George continued to squirm. The elder did his best to try and allow the tickling, stopping his hands every time they moved from his face to try and grab Dream’s hands on instinct.
“Do you know you scrunch your nose sometimes when you laugh?” Dream commented nonchalantly, making the blush from George’s cheeks spread to the tips of his ears and down the front of his neck.
“I dohohn’t!”
“And you blush like crazy. Right now you’re like a little rose, your cheeks are so red! It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! My little blushy baby.”
“SHUT UHUHP!” George removed his hands from the safety of his own face and lunged forward, trying his best to clamp them over Dream’s mouth but squealing when his wrists were scooped up into one of the blonde’s big hands instead.
“Oh, you want me to tickle your palms? You could’ve just asked, gorgeous!” Dream brought his chin down and began to lightly drag his beard over George’s palms, making him break out into bright cackles as he threw his head back.
“N-Nahaha please! Nohohot there!”
Dream knew that George had extremely sensitive palms, but also knew they worked incredibly well as melt spots when done correctly. Dream continued to slowly drag his chin back and forth over George’s hands until he felt the small fingers relax against his own cheeks, smiling and letting George press his fingers into them as he giggled along with the elder.
“Dreheheam!”
The blonde could tell that George was getting embarrassed, giggling quietly as he watched him squeeze his eyes shut while he attempted to hide his face into one of his shoulders. Dream decided to take pity on him, smile wide as he pulled back slightly to stop the tickling.
“Okahay, okay. I guess I’m done experimenting....” Dream spoke with fake disappointment as moved his chin from its place hovering over George’s hands, holding them in his own and using both of thumbs to rub against George’s to help calm him.
“Thahahank God.” He dropped his head back down against the pillow as he closed his eyes with a contented sigh, intending on allowing the rest of the giggles to run their course while he attempted to relax again. Dream raised an eyebrow at that, taking it as a small challenge and smirking when a new plan formed in his head.
“But actually, you know what? Maybe not!” Dream spoke suddenly, fingers releasing George’s hands and allowing both of his own to fall down to rest on the tops of his thighs.
“Wahahait, why?!” George felt a slight panic at the idea of more tickles after everything he’d already been put through, bringing his hands back to himself and crossing both arms over his torso for protection.
“I just realized I never got your poor little feet! How could I forget them, they need just as much attention as the rest of you, don’t they?”
“What?! Nohoho! We- We’re supposed tohoho be nahahapping!” George was quick to protest, launching his hands forward and gripping onto Dream’s wrists as tight as he could to keep him in place. Dream’s grin grew wider at that reaction, getting the desired results and deciding to continue the teasing.
“I could even do that thing you like so much!” Dream flashed him a smile as he ignored George’s words, only interested in continuing the topic he had introduced. George knew by asking he would only get more flustered, but he was too curious and too stubborn to allow Dream to get away with gatekeeping whatever thought he was currently having at his own expense.
“...What thing…?” He was hesitant, his voice wavering when the question finally spilled out moments later. The blonde giggled brightly at that, pulling at his arms a little to feel that George still had a tight grasp on them.
“Well,” Dream began to explain, shrugging his shoulders as he thought for a moment before continuing. “You know that thing. The shoe thing! The one where I take one off and leave one on?”
“Dre- NMM HMM?!” George opened his mouth to speak, but Dream was quick to break out of the smaller boy’s grip, placing a hand over his mouth to muffle the protests as he continued.
“To be gentle, of course! Not for any other reason. And then I’d take the one sock off, too. And I’d leave the other foot alone, still protected. Isn’t that nice of me, only focusing on one foot instead of two?”
George let go of the wrist he still was holding and grabbed the hand over his mouth, pulling it off and flinging it away from himself as far as Dream would let it go. He quickly brought his arms up and flung them over his face once again as he felt his cheeks grow hotter by the second. George was shaking his head quickly, not saying anything verbally out of fear his voice would sound small and weak from how flustered he was.
“You can relax, I’m just teasing. That’s a little too intense for you for it to be considered gentle, isn’t it, sweetheart? You’re just too ticklish and too flustered, huh?”
“What?! Dream, just- whahatever, shut up!” George whined behind his arms, letting out a small hiccup in surprise when Dream gripped his elbows and lowered his arms to reveal his face. He opened his eyes and was met with bright green ones staring back, rolling his own and pushing at Dream’s chest to move him back slightly.
“Alrihight, angel, I’m done tormenting you…for now.” The blonde adjusted himself from straddling George’s thighs to kneeling next to him again, this time pressing his knees against George’s side in an attempt to stay connected.
“More like forever.” George made a move to sit up as he mumbled under his breath, pushing himself up onto his elbows only to fall back against the bed suddenly when he felt rapid squeezes digging into his inner thighs. He let out a wail and thrashed around frantically, his legs kicking out and arms flailing in every direction.
“NAHAHAHA! D-DREHEHEHEAM NOHOHO!” One of George’s hands gripped tightly into the comforter below him, pulling at it and trying his best to keep his arms to himself in an attempt to save himself from slapping Dream and making the tickling far worse than it already was.
The pinching stopped as quickly as it had started, allowing George to take in deep gulps of air as he continued to laugh himself silly. He pressed his knees together as he turned to the left side, curling in on himself and bringing a hand down to wedge between his inner thighs in an attempt to tame the ghost tickles that were still flowing throughout his legs. His free hand was covering the side of his face that was visible to Dream, attempting to keep the blonde from seeing George’s rapidly growing blush.
“I’m sorry, but I had to! You were getting cocky with me,” The blonde giggled, stretching his left arm out and placing it on the smaller boy’s arm and rubbing it soothingly to try and help calm his nerves. He let out a bright giggle when George jolted at the sudden touch, clearly anticipating more tickles. Dream moved his hand up George’s arm and into the older boy’s hair, gently ruffling it. “But it was only for a second! I promise I’m done now, baby.”
“Ohohonly a second?! It’s my thighs, Dreheheam! You know how they are!” George rolled his eyes as he moved his hand to reveal his face, barely meeting Dream’s gaze. He felt a chill run down his spine as soon as the words passed his lips, noticing the flame they ignited in Dream’s eyes as he stared down at him with a smirk.
“Oh yeah? Do I know how they are, Georgie?” The brunette squirmed at the words, moving to cover his face once again to hide himself from Dream.
“Yes!” George spat back in annoyance, feeling his face heat up once again at the teasing tone in the younger boy’s voice. George felt the bed dip and suddenly he felt lips against the shell of his ear, barely grazing it and causing him to yelp. He made a move to cover the spot with his hand instead, but Dream had anticipated this and was quick to lightly grip George’s wrist, keeping it where it was against his blushy cheek.
“Hmmm…maybe I do. But don’t worry! We can explore that another day, just to make sure I really know,” Dream purred into his ear, making George let out a high pitched whine from the sudden closeness of the blonde. “Preferably on a day where I’m feeling particularly cruel. Does that sound good, kitten?”
Dream released his grip on the tiny wrist in his hand, chuckling when the brunette scrambled to sit up while the blonde made a move to crawl to the edge of the bed. George could do nothing but watch with wide eyes as the younger boy stood up, making his way towards the door with a mischievous look on his face; like he was immediately planning George’s demise.
“W-What about our nap?”
“How could I possibly sleep now when I have, like, ten different ideas on how to absolutely wreck you floating around in my head? I’ll nap later.” Dream turned around one last time to flash him a teasy smile before exiting the bedroom and disappearing down the hallway, leaving George bright faced and breathless, anxiously sitting with the many questions that swirled through his mind of what Dream could possibly do to further tear him into ticklish little shreds.
#lee!george#ler!dream#YAAAAY ITS FINALLY HERE#this took forever to write but......i think im happy with it#this also may have been heavily aimed at a certain talented puppy we all know and love and adore#i waited until cal read this to post it bc i wanted to see his reaction and let me tell u#cutest hecking thing i stg#lets also thank cal for coming up with prompts with me and listening to me whine about this for months on end#and thank u to llama for doing the lee!dream event and giving me this idea in the first place!!!#and my bb mouse for reading this a few times during the writing process to tell me if it flows or not!!!!!#and summer for absolutely hyping the shit out of this#i will cry tbh i love my frens so much im just so excited ):#and thank u literally everyone who participates or interacts or reads or just silently lurks#like.......this is so cool what to hecc#mushie fics#mcyt tickle#my stuff#mushies lee!george week
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Gang War (1928) dir. Bert Glennon
Info: A now lost silent movie. It's mostly notable for being the film for which Steamboat Willie (1928) played before. The now public domain debut cartoon of Mickey Mouse.
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Ok I was watching Transformers: Prime, and something is bothering me.
So, in the end(spoiler alert), the Autobots reclaim Cybertron, and Optimus' sacrifice leaves them to rebuild. Ok, great.
Then, we see a scene where the bots are using the decepticon drones for labor, having them clear out rubble and in general doing some pretty dangerous tasks. One even falls off a ledge after getting struck by a piece of building material. All the while, the bots are standing over them with bitter expressions. Overseeing them like they're slaves.
Now, I can understand being a bit bitter about the whole thing; they were the ones the bots often fought, but you have to understand something. These drones were literally designed and built by the Decepticons to serve Megatron. In spite of them being essentially artificial intelligence, they've been shown to have their own personalities. They joke, they chat with each other, they scream when struck down. Their whole purpose is to serve a master that's mia. He's gone, not sure what he even wants. He's gone into self-imposed exile for his actions. So you can imagine that they're going through their own identity crisis. Their only purpose is gone. On top of that, you have the Autobots treating them with coldness, with a lack of support. Almost like they're slaves.
Remember, they didn't choose to serve Megatron. They were never given a choice, and it seems like the bots are taking their anger at Megatron out on them. And that's not fair.
Also, did they forget how this war started?? Megatronus was a slave, a miner who clawed his way up by fighting. It was all he knew; that he could fight, and that he deserved to fight for a better life. He was oppressed by those who saw him as nothing more than free labor and entertainment. Eventually he realized a fundamental truth.
That as long as there are those who benefit from a corrupt system, that system will prevail.
So, he took action in the only way he knew how. I'm not excusing his actions, but Megatron can at least be understood on a certain level.
Back to the clones, who's to say that Steve won't make the same decision? The Autobots have no right to mistreat them, after all. They're just reinstalling the same imbalanced system that led to Cybertron's fall in the first place.
It just pisses me off, they should all know better. After all. They've seen this before.
Then again, as they say: History is doomed to repeat itself.
#transformers+prime#justice for the Steves!#i love the bots but they can piss off with this superiority bull#mouse rambles#see this is why ive been radio silent#im fine just rewatching this show lol#louder for the people in the back#megatronus was a victim of classism and abuse his whole life and was never given the chance to heal
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