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anonymous asked:

Imagine though, one day after many weeks of being their "son" Jack makes the mistake to snap at them. "Stop it! Just.. stop this charade! You're not my real dads, you never will be! We're not even the same species!" etc. And ho boy, KO and BD are MAD! KO mostly mad, BD mostly hurt and sad... which makes KO even madder! They're just so angry at Jack. They want to have this little (dysfunctional) family on the side of the war that's going on. They later remind him of the threat of hurting his mom.

Jack knew he had made a mistake the instant the words left his mouth.  The oppressive silence that followed hung in the air around the three figures present like a dense fog.  For a moment, all Jack could hear were his own shaky breaths and the pounding of his blood in his ears.  His fists remain tightly clenched and trembling down at his sides as he sucked in air through clenched teeth.

Neither of the two mechs had moved.  Breakdown’s hand still hovered awkwardly in mid-air, reaching out to pull Jack in for another embrace, another brush of his hair, another sickening display of affection that Jack simply couldn’t stomach anymore.  Breakdown looked as though he had been slapped.

Knock Out loomed over Jack in the dim, shadowy light of the habsuite.  His gleaming, red optics burned like hellfire in the gloom as his gaze bored into Jack with an intense, barely contained fury.  When he spoke, his voice was frighteningly calm.

“Apologize,” he said.

Jack swallowed heavily, forcing himself to meet the burning red eyes with quiet defiance.  Breakdown’s optics briefly flickered over to his partner before focusing once again on the trembling boy.

Knock Out took a few, purposeful, menacing steps towards Jack.  The corners of his mouth and optics twitched slightly as his thin veneer of control started to slip.  “Jack,” Knock Out growled, his eyes boring into Jack’s own with a cold fury that made him shudder in fear as well as anger.  “Apologize to your father and me.  Right.  Now…”

Jack remained rooted to the spot.  He stared up at the monstrous creature before him with a mixture of absolute terror and loathing.  He was shaking so violently that his breaths were coming through in harsh, ragged gasps.  His eyes stung with un-shed, hot, angry tears and there was a tightness in his throat that made it difficult for him to speak.  There was a heavy, tension-filled paused that engulfed the two of them for a brief moment before Jack felt his anger and wounded pride overwhelm his sense of self-preservation.

“You’re not my parents,” he hissed with all the venom he had been holding back since this nightmare began.  “You never will be.”

Knock Out’s eyes flashed in primal rage as he lunged for Jack with a guttural snarl.  Breakdown cried out in protest as the deadly sharp talons closed around Jack’s lanky frame, lifting him into the air to meet Knock Out’s poisonous gaze.  Jack hissed in pain as he struggled against the constricting hold of the vice-like claws.  

“Need I remind you what’s at stake here for you, boy?” Knock Out snarled, the usual oily smoothness of  his tone replaced by a harsh, animalistic growl.  His grip around Jack tightened, causing the boy to gasp for air.  “We made a deal, Jack!  You better start holding up your end of the bargain!  Or do I need to pay a visit to that precious mother of yours?!”

Knock Out stormed over to the opposite side of the room, brushing past Breakdown who merely stepped out of his way with a look of fearful apprehension.  Knock Out reached for the bottom drawer of his desk, yanking it open with a growl of frustration.  He roughly tossed Jack inside, causing him to hit the metal bottom with a dull thud.  Jack scrambled away from him, gazing back up at his captor with frightened, tear-filled eyes.  Knock Out loomed over the opening of the drawer, the sinister purple light of the habsuite outlining his frame and shrouding his face in shadow.  The only thing Jack could make out were his piercing, blood red optics as he continued to bore down at him with a predatory-like intensity.

“You can come out when you’ve learned to be a loving son,” Knock Out hissed, slamming the drawer closed and trapping Jack in complete darkness.

Breakdown watched warily as Knock Out strode across the room again, still fuming as his engine began to give off a low, frustrated rumble.  Knock Out crossed over into the adjoining bedroom and flopped himself down into a chair, picking up a discarded novel and pretending to be invested in it.

Breakdown followed him, hovering just outside the doorway as he leaned against the wall with one massive shoulder.  He eyed his partner with a slight air of concern.  “That was kind of cold, KO,” he said softly, folding his arms over his chest.  Knock Out continued to avoid making optic contact.

“You can’t be too lenient with children, dear.  It spoils them,” he replied smoothly, the calmness of his voice failing to disguise the flickering waves of hurt and anger coursing through his EM field.

Breakdown cast a sympathetic look over his shoulder at the abandoned desk, as Knock Out scrolled through his datapad with an aggrivated flick of his talons.  A suffocating, awkward silence followed.  “I think he’s crying,” Breakdown whispered after a moment.

“Let him cry then,” Knock Out sneered, tossing aside his datapad in frustration.  He strode towards Breakdown, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards ever so slightly in a cruel, humorless smirk.  “He can come out when he’s finally learned his lesson.”

clamanath  asked:

What's your opinion on this: www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=bFAPKDVXNnw

I think he’s out of his damn mind.

For starters, the title is extremely misleading. I won’t call it click bait, because if it was click bait it would look more like “I Went to the Comic Book Store Today and You’ll NEVER Guess What Happened Next!” but all the same he’s selling oranges and calling them apples. The video is called “The Rise and Fall and Plummet of Comic Books” and the majority of the video is just him pissing and moaning about how demographics he’s not part of are being reached out to. He barely even touches on the comics and sales themselves and mostly focuses on tired, beaten to death points like lady Thor and a black girl paling around with Tony Stark. Like, seriously people, even people who like those characters are probably sick to death of them being brought up all the fucking time. Also, describing Bat Woman’s sexual orientation as “Oh, she enjoys slurping some slatch!” And he wonders why people call him and his fans ‘man babies.’ It would be one thing if he was 12 or 15, but he’s not; he’s a grown ass man. When the hell is he going to start acting like one?

Also, describing a Mary Sue and citing Rey from The Force Awakens as an example? First of all, 2015 called, they want their easy target back, and second that whole “Ugh, Rey’s a Mary Sue, nyah nyah nyah!” has been long since debunked. There’s nothing you can say about Rey that can’t also be applied to Luke.

But putting all that aside, he’s not saying anything new. Comic books have been on the wane since the Spectator Boom back in the 90′s turned the industry on its’ head and it just never recovered. Comic books just aren’t a growth industry anymore. The upcoming video-game “Injustice 2″ will easily sell over three million copies if not more, but if DC made a comic book with the same exact story, characters, premise, and setting….it would be lucky if it sells 100,000 copies. By the way, those are considered GOOD sales. In any other industry, selling 100,000 of anything would be a death sentence for that particular intellectual property. If only 100,000 tickets were sold for a movie like Civil War or Batman v Superman then not only would that be a crippling financial blow to the studio, but the medium itself would have taken such a punch to the gut that it likely would have been DECADES before that studio made another superhero movie.

Having said that, I do agree that I’d much rather see these companies make new characters instead of just give a pre-existing character and giving them a race or gender swap. It’s tiresome, boring, and supremely lazy. The part I take umbrage with is that he’s acting as if this is some recent phenomenon that only surfaced in the last few years. Spoiler alert, it’s not. Comic books have been doing this for decades now, for it’s a tactic almost as old as comic books themselves. While it’s as exasperating as exasperating gets, it works. As much as I detest that method, I still have to admit that if not for it we wouldn’t have great characters like Steel, Power Girl, War Machine, X23, Batgirl, She-Hulk, pretty much every Teen Titan that isn’t Starfire, Raven, Cyborg, and arguably Beast Boy (one can easily argue that’s he’s a green pint-sized Plastic Man, only with animals) and the list goes on and on.

Look, laugh and guffaw and cry “See, this is what happens when you pander to SJWS!” all you want over comics declining sales all you want, but again, falling sales are nothing new. Comic books and printed media as a whole with the exception of novels has been slowly but steadily going extinct for the past two decades now, and blaming falling comic book sales on SJWs or whatever online boogeyman is currently trending is like blaming EA for the video-game crash of 1987. By all means, criticize them all you want. You don’t have to like what they’re doing by any stretch. As someone who’s grown up reading comic books, I can’t tell you how utterly heartbreaking it is to not only see comic books and printed media in general slowly going extinct, but even more saddened that what comic books there are serve as little more than beta-testing grounds for future multi-media projects. By and large, Marvel doesn’t give a FUCK what comic is and isn’t selling. Would they like Korean Hulk and Ironheart to be best sellers? Sure, but they aren’t losing sleep over low sales. The only part they actually care about is when or if Riri Williams becomes a viable enough character to take the reins in future Iron Man movies once Robert Downy Jr. decides “Yeah, you know what? I made enough money.”

Again, you don’t have to like it or even respect it. I certainly don’t. But if your big KO to them is “Hey, your Captain Marvel comic isn’t selling very well!” all Marvel’s going to do is reply with “Sorry, what was that? We can’t hear you through this big pile of money we’re about to make from the Captain Marvel movie staring his female counterpart which will also become the go-to female superhero movie when DC inevitably fucks up Wonder Woman!”

One more thing. As for the whole SJW thing, again, you can criticize all you want. But if you’re going to lose your shit over a comic book talking about tampons, then grow. The hell. Up. Comic books have talked about problems of men and boys for as long as comic books have been a thing. Almost every teenage superhero have powers that are metaphors for puberty while at least one third of the entire Spider-Man lore and mythos is about how he can’t seem to ever get laid. Anyone who’s going to lose their damn mind over Marvel talking about girl problems while ignoring Peter Parker’s sex life often being a major selling point all the while acting as if they had been personally wronged because a comic book had the audacity to reach out to young girls for once, then they can take their selective persecution complex and stick it straight up their ass!

And for the record…

Kesäkuntoon(ko?)

Hei! Oletko sinäkin huomannut, että olet yhteiskunnan ja median mielestä vähän pullea pullapallo? Ei hätää! Niin olen minäkin joten, mitäs jos treenataan yhdessä kesäkuntoon? Tässä olis muutama tärppi.

1. Osta ensiksi kalliit treenivaatteet, koska pitäähän siellä salilla nyt näyttää hyvältä.

2. Osta heti ensiksi kausikortti sinne salille, vaikka et vielä tiedäkkään haluatko/sopiiko se liikuntamuoto sinulle.

3. Osta salitreenikengät, koska hei eihän nyt normaalit lenkkarit vaan käy.

4. Aloita jokin trijoonasta Jutta Gustafsbergin dieeteistä.

5. Ja sitä proteiinia pitää saada siis IHAN VITUSTI, ei riitä että sitä oon ruuassa. Osta siis protskurahkaa (jossa on jopa vähemmän proteiinia kuin normi rahkassa, mutta koska siinä lukee protsku ;)) protskujauhetta

6. Hommaa personal trainer tai edes kunto-ohjelma ja käy kalliissa kehomittauksessa.

7. Vältä sokeria, suolaa, rasvaa, hiilareita, kaikkee leipää, pastaa, perunaa, jauhelihaa, marininoitua lihaa siis oikeestaan syö vaan parsakaalia ja jääpaloja ja sitä PROTSKUU

8. Ja osta palautusjuomia ja patukoita.

9. TAJUA ETTÄ TÄMÄ KAIKKI ON PASKAA.

10. Anna olla ja näe itsesi kauniina vaatekokoon katsomatta! Sinä olet kaunis!

HINDI TOTOONG MAPAPA-ENGLISH KA NA LANG KAPAG GALIT ver. 2.0

Mood: Naglalatag ng sariling red carpet tapos binuhusan ang sarili ng rainbow colored confetti while doing Fetty Wap Challenge.

Dahil ito na ata ang pinakamakasaysayang araw at pinakainaabangang ‘Achievement Unlocked’ ng buhay ko. Antagal ko ‘tong kinimkim sa puso ko. Antagal kong nagtimpi pero sa wakas nagawa ko din. Para akong umutot ng sobrang baho saloob ng elevator ng walang kahit anong pagsisisi. Yung kahit madaming nakaamoy, proud na proud pa ako kase tangina nilang lahat with feelings!

Inaway ko lang naman yung isa kong katrabaho. At sobrang saya ko bes.

Sa trabaho ko kase ako yung ipinakabata, pinaka-less experience at pinakabago. Isama ko na din yung pinakamaalindog. At ako lang yung Pinoy. The rest puro ibang lahi na. Halos lahat naman sila kaibigan ko. Pero may iilan pa rin na sobrang aabusuhin ang kabaitan mo. Level of abuse: laspag levels. Ganyan. Porket hindi ka nagagalit at palagi ka lang nakangiti feeling nila okay lang sa’yo lahat. Kung tratuhin ka parang napakahina mo.

So eto nga. Meron akong isang katrabahong Pakistani na hindi naman kami close pero kung makapag-joke kala mo mag-bes kami. Kinukuha yung gamit ko ng walang paalam. Ipinamimigay ang inorder kong pagkain sa iba na parang may pa-charity works. Tapos siya pa yung barubal. Tagal na siyang ganyan sa’kin pero pinapalampas ko lang kase ang palaging mindset ko, “Magpakabait ka lang kahit hindi sila mabait sa’yo. Ang mahalaga malambot ang unan mo at nakakatulog ka ng mahimbing sa gabi.” Iniisip ko na lang,

“Siguro nakulangan sa chicken curry at biryani.”

O kaya, “Siguro hindi pinagbigyan ng asawa kagabi kase amoy nakaraan.”

O di naman kaya, “Siguro crush niya ‘ko. Naaalindugan kaya papansin.”

Tagal ko ag gumagawa ng excuse para hindi magalit sa kanya pero talagang sinusubok ang pasensya ko. Hanggang sa nitong huli, hindi na naman siya nagpaalam nung kinuha niya yung ‘gas defender’ ko. Hanap ako ng hanap buong araw kung nasaan pero nasa kanya lang pala. Ok lang naman yun sakin. Sanay na. Pero nung ibalik niya, siya pa yung may ganang itapon na lang basta sa harap ko. Napakabastos. Tapos nakangiti pa ang hayup, itim itim naman ng gilagid. Tumaas ang hi-blood ko bes. Eh di bigla akong napatayo sa kinauupuan ko at tiningnan siya ng masama sabay bagsak ko yung hard hat sa harap. Ramdam ko yung pagkakaisa ng mga atay, balunbalunan at buong kalamnan ko habang chinicheer nila ako ng, “Go bes. Labaannnn!!”

“Hoy! What’s your problem tangina ka?! Pareho lang tayo ng trabaho dito kaya wala kang karapatang ganyanin ako ha. Hindi mo ako pinapalamon!”

Nakatingin lang siya. Tapos nakalimutan ko, nag-tagalog pala ako kaya hindi niya naintindihan. Ewan ko ba. Sabi kase kapag galit na galit ka bigla ka na lang mapapa-English pero bakit parang hindi naman tumalab sa’ken! So inulit ko yung sinabi ko pero in English na.

“You’re nothing…But a second rate…Trying hard…Copycat!!!” Pero sa halip na tapunan ko ng tubig sa mukha, dinuraan ko na lang. Para classic.

Pero siyempre charot lang.

Pero ganito talaga yung sinabi ko akshwally.

“Hey ( sinabi ko buong pangalan), I don’t owe you anything. I don’t care if I lose my job or what. But next time you insult and disrespect me again in that way, babalatan kita ng buhay at ibibilad kita sa likod ng ref namin!” basta ganyan. Hindi ko na din naintindihan yung mga pinagsasabi ko pero feeling ko na-gets naman niya. Nagwalk-out eh. Struggle yung English ko nun ampota pero nairaos ko yung gusto kong sabihin kahit mautal-utal na ako. Hindi makapaniwala yung mga kasama ko na nagawa ko yun kase nasanay sila na tahimik lang ako palagi. Pero seriously, sobrang malaking accomplishment na yan para sa tulad kong palaging takot maka-offend ng ibang tao. That time, wapakels na ako to the max. No regrets, just pakingshets.

Ang sa’kin lang, hindi naman talaga kelangang paabutin lagi sa ganito. Nagpakabalahura lang ako kase, dami kong time. Pero kase, kapag hinayaan mo na lang na palagi kang hamakin ng isa, kayang-kaya din yang gawin sa’yo ng iba. Ng kahit sino. Know your worth. Kapag alam mong sobrang mali na, gawin mo yung alam mong tama na hindi kelangang macompromise yung pagkatao mo. Dahil kapag palagi mo na lang pinalampas, anong pinagkaiba mo sa aparador at sandok at kaldero sa bahay niyo? Hindi ka naman gamit. Walang magtatanggol sa sarili mo kundi ikaw lang mismo. At the end of the day, mga 11:59 P.M, sarili mo lang ang meron ka. Kung di mo alam ang sukat ng halaga mo, sino pang makakaalam ng worth mo? Ang pride hindi kelangang palaging nilulunok. Isinasantabi yan sa gilid ng lalamunan para kung sakaling may mang-agrabyado sa’yo, nakareserba yung pride mo para idura sa mukha niya, yung tagos!