You’re Elizabeth. He who stabs the heart of the captain must take over as captain. The Dutchman must always have a captain. And if he saves me, he loses you. He won’t pick me, I wouldn’t pick me! Tell him not to come. Tell him to stay away. Tell him it’s too late. I’m part of the ship…part of the ship, part of the crew… 


CHOO CHOO! Transparent dwarrows comin’ through! 


01/14/15 || source


Reporter: What do you have what Cristiano Ronaldo doesn’t have?
M: I wear goalkeeper gloves!

Happy (early) 29th Birthday to Manuel Peter Neuer:

arguably the best goalkeeper in the world— but definitely the one in my heart. Thank you so much for introducing me to football (including ruining my emotional stability by doing so), constantly saving my two favorite teams’ asses (including giving me lots of heart attacks by doing so) and just for being yourself (including making me really happy by doing so). Du wirst immer einen ganz besonderen Platz in meinem Herzen haben, was zum Teufel auch immer passieren mag. I wish you just the very best, old man. ❤


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I really enjoyed the Ratchet and Megatron interactions in Persuasion, and this scene is the one that really brings it home. Ratchet isn’t afraid of Megatron, and he doesn’t have any false expectations of him. Normally Megatron’s speeches are full of implied threats, every action measured to make himself as threatening as possible. Here, he is being honest. He doesn’t need to imply the terrible things he’s planning to do to Ratchet, Cybertron or Earth, Ratchet is already fully aware of them and calling him out. Megatron does not need to convince Ratchet to finish his formula. No, this scene is about Ratchet confirming all of the horrors that he knows his work will bring. He knows Megatron will cyberform Earth, knows he will go on to use the limitless fuel to wage an even fiercer war against the Autobots, even knows that Megatron will kill him as soon as he becomes useless. But he’s going to do it anyway, because deep down, some little part of him is convinced that if they can get Cybertron back, it’d all be worth it.

Because the truth is that Ratchet wants to go home, oh so badly. Back in the cell, Megatron offered Ratchet a choice; come willingly, or we will force you. But that was just for show. At that moment, both of them KNEW that Rathet would complete his research. Even if they couldn’t capture the children again, there are plenty of other things to threaten him with. Hell, threatening to destroy a human town or city would have been enough to coerce him, whether he felt that trading a limitless supply of energy to the Decepticons was worth the human lives or not -and that’s where the tension stems from. 

Ratchet is incredibly loyal to Optimus. He’s been his friend and ally since before the war even began, and the two have stuck together ever since. Megatron repeatedly draws attention to Ratchet’s ties to Optimus ‘he’s Optimus Prime’s medic’, ‘Optimus’ lapdog’, ‘I see you’ve brought your trusty watchdog’. Ratchet wouldn’t- couldn’t, abandon Optimus, even though he’s unhappy with Optimus’ actions and priorities in the war. All of Ratchet’s problems with Optimus came out explosively in Faster, Stronger, and as the writer and director of the episode confirmed, as harsh as Ratchet’s words were, there was truth in them. Ratchet cares about Optimus more than anyone else, but after so many years following orders he doesn’t agree with, resentment has festered within him. If Optimus was present, Ratchet would never agree to help. But here, trapped within the enemy warship, under duress, well, it didn’t really matter if he went willingly or not did it? No one would ever know that he was willingly damning two planets to Decepticon rule; that for once he was putting the survival of Cybertron above that of humans. 

Certainly the impression that Optimus gives off is that alien lives are more important than Cybertronian ones [an analysis of which could be an entire essay in and of itself]. We never get to see Ratchet finding out about exactly what happened on Cybertron at the site of the Omega Lock, but I doubt he would have agreed that saving the children was the right move. Ratchet is not heartless, but he is pragmatic. If he had to trade three lives for a chance to revive Cybertron, he would have done it. Not without regret, but I think that Ratchet realises what callousness he possesses, and would decide that the end justified the means. The biggest issue would not be the decision itself, it would be having to face the others- especially Optimus. 

Persuasion is not about Megatron convincing Ratchet to finish his work, it’s about Ratchet’s battle between his morals and his desires, and the choice he makes which goes completely against Optimus’ and the Autobots code of ethics.

All that changes when the synth-en formula is completed. Suddenly Ratchet is no longer just wishing that he could go home, but holding the key, and the weight of billions of human lives in his hands. The dark part of himself that had been tempted to complete the formula is now faced with the results of his actions. He may resent humanity (and the children in particular) for costing them their chance to revive their home, but at the moment of truth he could not see another planet destroyed. So he bolts; there is no more time to wait for a rescue party and no more chances to delay the research. When Megatron throws him to Predaking he’s resigned to death, he knew it was coming and feels it’s a suitable price to pay for such betrayal. Certainly if he had a chance to finish his research before being rescued Ratchet would not be able to face Optimus and the others, knowing what he had done. Ratchet is already laden heavy with guilt, but after he nearly costs humanity their home he decides to stay on Earth, as penance. 

I don’t doubt that Ratchet will eventually return to Cybertron permanently, but at the end of the series I don’t think he feels like he deserves it. Returning home was supposed to be a reward after the war, a cause of celebration. For Ratchet, it is now a reminder of his own selfishness. I think that Ratchet’s plan would be to return home once the construction was well underway and a new Cybertron was being forged from the ashes of the war by the younger generation, rather than being rebuilt into the broken framework that had betrayed them the first time. After Predacons Rising however? I’m not sure what he’d do. 

Sirius and James were concealed beneath the invisibility cloak, mouths covered by their hands and they tried to stifle the sound of their ragged breaths. Their backs were pressed flush against the cold brick wall, hearing an echo of an angry Filch’s voice thunder through the corridor. James looked down, and swore under his breath.

Both of them used to fit quite comfortably underneath the cloak; but thanks to abnormally large growth spurts from both of them, there were 2 pairs of large feet sticking out the bottom.

“Give me the map.” James hissed to Sirius, who passed the parchment over quickly. James pocketed it and hurriedly whispered, “Meet you back in the common room.” Before ducking out from underneath the cloak, and legging it down the hallway. He heard the echoes over his shoulder; but he knew he was nearing the Room of Requirement, so he focused his mind on a room to hide, that’s all he needed. 

As he approached it, he pushed the door open quickly, but shut it silently. He leant his back against the door, breathing heavily. He could not afford to get another detention; he’d already had more than he’d ever care to admit, under his belt. They’d just accidentally just blown up Filch’s office, in an attempt to recover Sirius’ broomstick.

Well, ‘blown up’ is such a strong way of putting it.

James preferred the phrase, ‘unintentionally set ablaze.’

He pressed his ear to the door; listening to the quickened footsteps that had been following him, fade. Looking down, he watched the map as the footsteps attached to the name ‘Argus Filch’ disappeared down the corridor. Letting out a sigh of relief, he allowed himself to fall back against the door. He frowned as he looked around the room, it was near empty with the exception of a large mirror on the far wall. James felt himself being drawn towards the mirror.

Walking cautiously toward it, he wondered what was so special about it, or why it was in his sanctuary for that matter. A thick, detailed frame of gold surrounded the large glass, with a Latin phrase he didn’t understand inscribed along the top.

He got near enough to the mirror that he could see himself in the reflection. Only he wasn’t alone. His eyes snapped open wide, feeling his stomach lurch as he realised he was caught, already trying to think up an excuse as he turned around quickly,

“Look Evans, you don’t underst-”

Only, he was alone. The redhead did not stand behind him; she didn’t stand beside him, or in front of him. In fact, the real Lily Evans was fast asleep in her dormitory. He frowned, turning back to see the same image he had before. He watched as mirror Lily smiled back at him, lacing her fingers with his as she took hold of his hand. He looked down at his hand, finding it cold and empty.

He didn’t understand what was happening, he didn’t understand this mirror, or why he was seeing her in its reflection next to his own.  All he knew, is that even Lily Evans’ mirror counterpart could make his heart race with a simple gesture.

“You’ll be the death of me.” He muttered to the redhead in the mirror, whose fond smile merely widened as she gazed back at him.