#single-detached

[thepeacefulgarden]

[ladykyriaa]

It is so fucking astounding abt how ungrateful SxF twt is lmfao.

I unfortunately haven't caught up in the recent chapters of SxF but I do know bits and pieces abt the current HenryxMartha arc (seriously wtf that arc is going to ruin me)

The fact that they keep asking and even having the audacity to say how boring the arc is, is so 🤡🤡. Like that is fucking embarassing. Endo's uploading the chapters weekly, for free, online. And y'all have the audacity to say shit abt that? Damn okay

[fusionsprunt]

oihguiuhj omg. bee going back to the comet is givng me like last unicorn vibes like idk. like she used to be a immortal otherworldly being that was then forced to experience life and the bad and good things that come with it. but now she's back at her home with her sister mother thing but since she's gone through the experience of being with guto and hunter and stuff she could never be the way she was before she was taken from her home. would she even feel like she fits in with the rest of the comet anymore. she already didnt feel like she belonged on whatever planet fusionsprunt takes place in but what if now she feels like she belongs nowhere??? sorry for rambling, my brain is infected with bees.

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[scruffyminds]

i've noticed that obviously since it's been a few years since the phandom's heyday that now people are starting to make like...retrospectives and "deep dives" and icebergs and shit about the phandom and the behaviours prevalent at the time and how phandom was like a textbook example of the worst of what we now know to be parasocial relationships. i've watched these videos and i?? find myself getting irritated and annoyed?? like these videos claim they're doing a deep dive and then don't talk about the good shit aside from like idk 2 sentences being like "as an ex phandom member i had some good times in the phandom but damn! people were a bit crazy sometimes!" like?? look ok i was like 11 years old when i started watching dan and phil. they were my first experience with internet fan culture. these men literally raised me and my sense of humour and so many little aspects of my personality are things that i imitated from them when i was like 12 and trying to become someone i felt was worth being. none of these people have really talked about just how fucking lonely and isolated the phandom was in their real lives but these two emo fringed dorks managed to create community for dorky, slightly emo young people like themselves. it just feels like the people trying to discuss the phandom don't really understand the oddly profound connection that so much of their audience had with them.

[vodkaslyme]

Whoops I made a robot boyfriend for myself 🫠

[subcultureblues]

I have a. Weird hobby. I buy old magazines on EBay. Mostly to read about bands I like whose articles and interviews haven’t been well archived on the internet. An unintended side effect is getting a glimpse of subconscious cultural narratives from 20, 30, 40 yrs ago.

You can tell so much about the state of a society and how they view people like me, from the most random innocuous magazine articles. Their callous disregard for queer people, the mischaracterization and mythologizing of woman, the blasé absence of POC artists and creatives.

It should be disheartening but it isn’t. Society was sick. And in a few short decades we’ve managed to flip the script almost entirely. The society that wrote these words is almost unrecognizable to me now. We’ve come so so far, from such a dark place. And we’ll do it again. And again if we have to. We’ll come back from this dark place too, not through the natural forces of entropy, but by biting and clawing and fighting anyone who dares treat us as less than

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Yangchen and Aang: *trying to hold onto what Air Nation qualities they have while still performing their duties* Disha, to Roku: You are a spirit of NO Nation. Me: ??????

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me waiting for my writer’s block to fuck off and leave me alone so i can finish this chapter:

[godblessyoublackemperor]

glad ive got therapy next week, kind of having a bad time overall

[randomwriteronline]

She sat on the side of the pier much like a poleyn in front of a ship, gazing out into the dark waters before her. Starlight slid off of her mask to coat its silvery sheen in a cyanotic hue; the waves murmured around her.

"Hi," she called out.

"Oh," Hahli replied: "Hey. I didn't expect you to hear me from that far."

Krakua turned to gift her a half-lid smile: "Bold of you."

"Yeah, I should have known better," the Ga-Toa laughed softly. She closed the distance between them and sat beside her, dipping her feet in the water to kick aimlessly - noticing the other kept her own just outside of it, perched on the wood.

The sea did most of the talking for a while, eager to chew their ears off with its slow babbling tales.

They simply enjoyed it.

"Do you like it?" Krakua asked then. "Water, I mean. Your element."

Hahli smiled: "Of course."

"Does it make it easier?"

"To do what?"

"To command it."

She had to pause at that, realizing she'd never even thought about such a thing before. At last, she shrugged: "I guess it has to be like that, yes. It would be pretty hard to handle something so large and shifting otherwise, wouldn't it?"

Her companion hummed: "A matter of waves..."

"You'd be familiar with that, eh?" Hahli snickered. She counted the little hissing giggle that left Krakua as a personal victory.

The sea curled around her feet.

"Helryx said it didn't matter," Krakua mused. "Neither if she liked it nor if it helped."

"Sounds like the sort of answer that avoids the question entirely."

"It was, I guess. I think she didn't like Water."

"Really?"

"I'm always humming and making noise... I like listening to things. I've never seen the waves so much as graze her whenever she was in reach of them."

She heard Hahli huff in disbelief.

She rolled her neck, healthy eye closed: "She was very old," she noted casually: "Maybe she'd grown bored of it."

"Maybe," her friend replied.

There were so many stars.

Even more than the ones inside the Great Spirit Robot.

Their sheer number was enough to make one feel minuscule; then again, if there were so many, there must have been just as many planets, with just as many minuscule people on them, going about their own minuscule lives, worrying about their own minuscule problems that seemed so large to someone of their size; and so the vast emptiness between them was filled a little, and being so small in the face of it didn't feel that bad.

"How's it like being female?"

Krakua gave Hahli a funny look: "I thought you were female too."

She shrugged: "I am," she replied, "But I've been that ever since I remember - and even before that! Maybe there's some parts of it I didn't notice."

It was the De-Toa's turn to pause, deep in thought. A soft song arose from her fingers as she tapped them against the wooden pier.

"It's similar enough," she concluded. "But I'm a little happier."

Mixed with the waves, the melody droned on.

Without any warning Hahli suddenly pulled her legs back out of the water; she pulled herself up, stood for a moment, hunched her back, flattened her fins, bent her knees, pushed her arms forward, and dived into the sea as seamlessly as a raindrop melts into a puddle, only a quiet splash to mark her disappearance.

Her Faxon emerged again a couple bio further. Krakua's forever half-lid eye searched for her in the dark without finding her.

"Over here," the Ga-Toa called out.

Sulfur lights squinted in the vague direction of her voice. After a beat, her friend gave a soft 'oh!' and waved.

"Wanna come in?" she offered. "It's not that cold."

Her fins flicked lazily as she watched Krakua consider her options briefly before nodding: she sank into the liquid mass in a way that Hahli could have only compared to how a sharpened knife slips into an already opened wound, without a noise, carefully, until her black and metal body was completely gone and all that remained was her silver mask bobbing like an apple on the waves. The the De-Toa turned around, to face the sky, and began kicking gently to swim towards her.

The other met her halfway: "Use your arms too," she suggested, "You'll take forever otherwise."

"I'm not that good a swimmer anyways," Krakua smiled.

"Hold on, then." with a swift motion, Hahli positioned herself beneath her so that her knees would catch her friend's armpit, pulling her along in her body's stead and offering somewhere to lay on. "Wouldn't want the others to chew me out for messing your prosthetics because I made you strain them."

All set, she began to swim backwards, away from the shore, while the other looked out to the starry sky.

Nights like these made Hahli bemoan not having a Ruru.

It had never seemed like an overly useful mask before, when she wasn't amphibious: it was more convenient than having to find a lightstone, but not much else. But now, now that the entire ocean was within reach at all times of the day, she really wished she could peek at its night life and find fish she would have never gotten to see otherwise to swim among them until she was too tired to keep her eyes open, hurrying back on land as soon as morning came to tell Marka all about them.

Perhaps Tuaraga Vakama would have indulged her little whim, if she asked nicely...

A reply came from outside her thoughts: "I'm sure he'd be happy to."

"You think?"

"Can't see why not."

"Hm... I'll try then. Tomorrow."

Her fins brushed through the water at a relaxed, steady rhythm. The tune buzzing in her friend's chest had grown slightly, with a bit of trial and error so smooth that she hadn't even noticed the changes until the raspy voice had brought her attentioback to the sounds.

The waves were getting smaller, rolling gently along their bodies as they passed through them.

"I used to be dead scared of the sea," Krakua mused.

"Why's that?"

"Sound propagates faster in water, and the ocean's full of both. If I'd fallen in as a Matoran I would've died of shock so fast I wouldn't even have had the time to drown."

The song continued in the silence that followed.

Hahli felt the Suletu nuzzle her stomach: "Becoming a Toa took care of that," her friend reassured her. "Now I can like the sea."

"And do you like it?"

"Yes."

The Ga-Toa looked down at her, finding her peaceful gaze back to the millions of shining lights above them.

She also noticed the much closer shore lights were now pinpricks.

"Oop - that's a bit too far. Let's get back."

They swam back to the pier at the same slow pace, almost thunking their heads against the wood as they were too caught up in the music and firmament to look at where they were going; Hahli jumped on it first, helping Krakua out of the water by almost lifting her.

They walked to shore slowly, enjoying the cool air.

[sakhafa]

I forgot that my ex’s friends were sexy hold on-

[gayspock]

on one hand i dont wanna be an asshole & complain bc i know those delivery drivers are overworked . but the dude seriously threw a box that said fragile on all the tape, & stamped over every inch of the box, over my wall and smashed everything in it 🤨. im sooo sick of it bro bc this happens every time... 😭

[lord-squiggletits]

For the author ask: #12 & #23?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Very early in this fandom, I actually thought that I was only ever going to write PNP interfacing and would never write sticky because it didn't make sense, or at least if I did, it'd just be in PWPs and nonserious stuff, never in a plot fic. 😂😂 Can you imagine? Honestly, a lot of the "tropes" I used to dislike (or not understand the appeal of) but now like are kinda kink-related, but that's a little off-topic so maybe...

Honestly, I'm struggling to think of tropes whether for Transformers specifically or for my writing in general. I don't know that I really have an answer for this one...

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

I have an "Adaptus-Pharma survives the finale of LL" AU as well as a "Pharma gets away with the plague at Delphi" AU that I've already talked about or mentioned on here, so I'll try to think of something else.

Thanks to some discussion on the Pharma server, I've felt some itches to write another survival/resource scarcity fic in the lane of For Once, Nothing is Burning. Technically, FONIB was meant to satisfy that survival fic itch, but I've always felt like I could do way more with it. For one, FONIB is on a very small scale of just two people, and for two, as grim as the situation is, I don't think the MegOP situation there is super dire (or maybe I just underestimate how scary it is since I'm the author and know what happens).

Would like to try it particularly in a wartime context where 90% of tactics revolve around logistics. In IDW1 we even have canonical plot events like Skorponok blowing up the last energon refinery on Cybertron (Monstrosity) and Cybertron being permanently destroyed by the war (Stormbringer), even Shockwave predicting an energon shortage pre-war, but canon never really does anything with that. We're told that there's resource shortages, but nothing ever is really shown with it.

Then again, I'm not sure I'll do anything along those lines any time soon considering an author I like is already doing a survival oriented Tarnma fic series (mind the tags) and another one I like is currently planning one. And idk, something about that particular kind of horror/angst (yknow cannibalism, starvation, dying of preventable illnesses, slow death of the species) is really depressing to me, so I think I'll just let those authors/friends take care of it. I have enough angst on my plate as is lmao.

Oh, I also have a Shattered Glass Pharma idea that's just sort of sitting in my head as a concept that exists and I haven't done anything with bc my interest in SG is very selective (Pay Unto Evil-verse) or I just haven't found an appealing way to spin all of IDW1 into a mirror universe (I read the SG series done by IDW-- not the older one by FunPub-- but didn't care for it much).

[ryuki-blogs]

How to form a special bond with your Calibarn? Have her arrive with a broken face out of the box!

At first I was upset because having a whole faceplate split into three microscopic parts on my second gunpla ever (and on Calibarn of all kits!) was a bit discouraging, as I lack the skill to make the fix look good... but honestly, at this point, I don't care. She had a botched nose job but that doesn't stop her from being an absolute badass and I love her dearly ♥

[androidboy]

Feel free to tell me to fuck off but I just wanted to say that I hope you find peace and happiness. Relationships with PTSD and disabilities are so complicated and I understand worrying that you might never find a sense of comfort or safety with another person again. It's not my place to offer advice, but I just wanted you to know that I get it and I'm silently hoping that you find a way to navigate this that's healthy for you, whatever that means. Again, sorry if this is weird from some rando on the internet

no i appreciate it ❤️ i decided that when she gets back i tell her (in a way nicer way than this) that she sucks at open relationships and i need to feel like i’m on steady ground and i’d like her to be a part of that but we either go exclusive or break up

like literally since ive made up my mind about this my head has felt so much clearer. i am already kinda mourning the relationship tho like i wish i could see us moving forward bc there’s so many things i still want to experience with her but the way we’ve nosedived i don’t think it’s gonna happen