#tech destruction

[fidget-the-kitty]

stimboard for when you want the thing you ordered NOW

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[styxms]

@happysarcasm when birthday

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[turtleblogatlast]

Unironically think that each of the bros (+April) don’t actually get how impressive their feats really are so they just do what they do and on the off chance someone comments on those feats they all react like:

[cupids-stimboards]

foptober stimboards - day 8 board based off: vicky

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[goodbirb]

Isn't it fucked up Warren accepted to be cyro frozen With the risk of memory loss because he didn't want to be responsible for his life. And when he did lose his memory he still wanted the same thing... It's like the only way to get rid of your problems is to face them

[gender-darling]

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— ❝ Stimmyboard with emo-ish(?) makeup , old computers , kandi , and makeup destruction ! Oh and spinning capri sun ❞

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[thememerman]

it’s occurring to me that we may get Crosshair being relieved and grateful for the Batch’s inevitable rescue attempt but we could also get him being absolutely furious when things undoubtedly go south for the Batch bc they literally always do bc the one thing he told them to do the one thing he risked his LIFE to tell them was HIDE and they couldn’t even do THAT like at this point if he survives he’s just going to find ANOTHER terrible cause to throw his heart into out of pure SPITE

[starqueensthings]

Tech refuses to let a big deal be a big deal: Part Seven

Other parts linked in my masterlist.

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Bonus: When the panic finally hits...

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[thedwarventradesman]

Hollow — Tech x GN!Reader Batcher

Description: Tech x GN!Reader Batcher, established relationship; POV is 1st person so there's no use of gendered pronouns (: Warnings: Angst, major character death, grief, very vague allusion to suicidal thoughts and self-destructive tendencies Word Count: 916

A/N: This is the first time I've really written any fandom content since high school. Or at least, with the intention of letting others read it. Tried to balance the mix of recounting the past while also shifting to how reader/oc is in the present which can be tricky so I hope it reads well.

Image Credit: @ilcuoreardendo-fic

Everything happened so fast.

It was like any other mission gone bad — shots from grounded enemies, shots from the sky, and having to problem-solve on the fly amidst the chaos. Then… it was very different.

There was a violent shake as the rail cars were hit and then I was looking down at my husband hanging far below the car. Momentarily, all sound became an indistinguishable noise, garbled voices of distress mixed with ringing and roaring in my ears, as you struggled to climb up to the car.

As I moved to help you, the car creaked and, snapping back to reality, I heard you shout up, “Whoa! Don't! Any shift in weight could send both of these cars over. You must sever the connection hinge. Now!” Wrecker and I immediately exclaimed our rejection of that idea. I could feel my panic rising, my desperation increasing. There must be something. There HAS to be something. Anything to fix this mess and save you.

Your next words, spoken so calmly and matter-of-fact, slammed into me. “There is no time, cyare. Plan 99.” “Don’t. You. Dare, Tech.” My voice cracked on your name. Gently, desperately, I repeated my words, punctuating them with “please”. Your eyes locked with mine — soft, sad, and full of love. “I love you, cyar’ika, but when have we ever followed orders?”

When you shot the connection and began to fall, a deafening scream ripped out of me. “NO!” My body automatically lunged for the side with my hand outstretched before Wrecker grabbed me and held me firmly. Thrashing to escape his grasp as the car began to move, I screamed, “TECH! No! No no no! Go back!”

As the car got further and further away, the shock of the situation overtook me — numb, unseeing, unmoving with that same mix of indistinguishable sounds in my ears. My body went into a survival autopilot – moving as prompted but I wasn’t there – and the team had to help drag me back to the Marauder through the attacks.

Once aboard the Marauder, standing in the middle of our quarters, my knees gave out as I crumbled. Ripping off my helmet and goggles, my agonized sobs finally broke free and echoed through the ship. So full of grief, my body shaking, I leaned forward on my hands for support, fingers digging into the metal floor. One hand reached up, taking my chained wedding ring from underneath my undershirt and I clutched it so hard a mark was left in my hand.

At some point, I had stopped crying and left my body. I didn’t even know the ship stopped. Feeling a gentle hand on my shoulder, the only acknowledgment of awareness I could give was a hoarse, emotionless mumble, “You should have let me go with him.” 

From there, I don’t truly remember much of anything. There’s a blur of being dragged to my feet and out of the ship, and of having wet hair and clean clothes while AZ checked me over with no memory of cleaning up or changing. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t even truly remember Omega being taken. All I truly remember from the past month and a half is waves of soul-crushing pain surrounded by numbness as I attempted to lose myself in my work. I keep crying and feeling flashes of disbelief and anger. I’ve lost my appetite… and my desire for self-preservation. All this while moving on autopilot to complete my tasks and finish the mission. Find and save Omega. That is all that matters right now.

Hunter, Wrecker, and Echo are concerned for me, often pushing food on me and otherwise fussing. Up until now, there were eyes on me almost all the time, it felt like, and I hated it, but I understood why they hovered. Echo left a couple of weeks after the events to rejoin Rex, but I still hear him comm Hunter every so often to check in on me and find out how the search for Omega is going.

The days are often easier than the nights since I’ve taken on most of Tech’s tasks alongside my own. Hunter and Wrecker have tried to take some of them, wishing to lighten my load, but I adamantly refuse. I need them. I need the memory of helping with and hearing about them from him by doing them. They’ve let the situation be, but still intervene to make me sleep.

That’s when it gets unbearable.

The emptiness beside me screams, his scent got fainter with each passing day until it disappeared, remembering the quiet moments we shared in this space, and hearing his final words on a loop in the silence. Once the exhaustion finally takes me… I often watch Tech fall and wake with tears streaming down my face or stinging eyes and a heavy heart. Some nights, I think Hunter has been slipping me medicine in my food ‘cause those are the only nights I get any decent sleep.

Despite all this, I have, believe it or not, been getting better. Slowly, I began to reengage with the boys and be open with them. They stopped having to watch me as close or force me to take care of myself. Now, it’s reminders and intervention as necessary along with occasional check-ins when I seem particularly off one day. I’m still far from okay and I won’t ever be the same but, thanks to our brothers, I become a little less hollow each day.

[fidget-the-kitty]

Pink Floyd - The Wall

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[angstics]

i know every person throughout history has said "no other generation has ever had it this bad". but there has to be some generation that has had it the worst. and we cant be far off

[redcomet-stims]

Content warning: blades, broken glass

💙💬💛 Song-inspired stimboard: I'm a Controversy by Ado (prod. Pinnochio-P); with color-related theming and technology!

I tried my best to make the theming somewhat fit the meaning of the song...or at least how I see it. I hope this is good and that I did this amazing song justice. This is another one of my favorites from Ado, because I love how gritty and chaotic the music sounds. Ado's voice has this very angry-ish quality to it, and Pinnochio-P's instrumental really adds to it.

When I was trying to read up on the meaning of this song, I saw a few things that made me...kinda annoyed, to say the least. It was a review website and a LOT of them were negative in ways that didn't really make sense to me! One of the reviews was just talking garbage about Pinnochio-P, calling his lyrics something along the lines of "surface level, edgy, and repetitive stuff meant for 12 year olds" (indirect quote, BTW), and that comment made me really pissed. Not every song has to have the most indirect, metaphorical lyrics ever! Music is allowed to have ranty and direct-ish lyrics! And even then, I felt like the lyrics did have a good mix of symbolism and direct comments, which is not a bother, I'd say that's actually good! A lot of people on that website just generally did not like how chaotic-sounding this song is. And no hate, you don't need to like this sound, but I LIKE IT AND IT IS NOT BOTHERING ANYONE. Go off and have your opinion, but you don't need to...trash the song because of it?

And...do the people that are belittling this song realise that they are kinda feeding into what this song is talking about? To me, it's a song about not being seen as "perfect" by the general population, being pressured as an artist because of very high expectations, and it all stressing you out because people always expect everything you put out to be exceptional. That's how I feel about it, at least, I might be a little wrong. Not only is that an important thing to talk about because of how relevant it is to the music industry or general arts in the modern world, but as someone who makes things and likes doing artistic hobbies, THAT MEANING RESONATES WITH ME! I always feel like everything I do and everything I publish to the world has to be perfect, or else I'll be hated for it! This writing is SO REAL to at least a GOOD AMOUNT OF ARTISTS OUT THERE, and I LOVE THAT!!!

...sorry for the rant. I just really like this song.

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[untitledstim]

a (somehow) more self indulgent komaeda board, if you can believe it. again please do not tag as kin/me/id

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[1tsjusty0u]

wow this has such majoras mask vibes! (guy who is currently playing majoras mask)

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

my brain: stop making random fictional characters into avatars not everything is TMA

also my brain: Mike Walters is so Eye-coded