DREAMS: a fake ‘the dream thieves’ television soundtrack. listen here. “i wanna go back, i wanna go back, i wanna go back with a club and attack, i wanna take to my guns and break you, i gotta make my little foe take his own. i look at you as you take a snooze, your skinny lips dripping rabid goo, i lift your chin and i grin at you, as you come to, man, i’m running round your head with a bolo knife”
It’s not the first time McCree’s lost his hat, and it certainly won’t be his last–McCree’s misplaced and recovered that damn hat so many times in the last twenty years that it’s actually stopped being alarming, because it will inevitably turn up again somewhere.
Still, he’s turned up his room, the training arena, the rec room, the kitchen and mess hall, and asked half a dozen people, and he still can’t find the damn thing. He’s beginning to worry that it’s actually gone for good this time when he remembers, all too late–he spent the night with Hanzo last night.
Hanzo doesn’t answer when McCree knocks on the door, so he lets himself in, and lo and behold–there’s his hat, resting on a napping Hanzo’s chest like it, too, is taking an afternoon snooze. Hanzo has his hand rested on the top as though to keep it from wandering away, gently held to his chest like a treasured item.
McCree considers waking him; instead, he quietly takes a picture on his phone, leaves a kiss on Hanzo’s forehead, and leaves his hat exactly where he found it.
Do transformers sleep? I guess recharge slabs are the closest thing yeah? Or can they sleep without being plugged into something? I feel like it's always been a little vague.
Depends on what story you’re reading! IDW has gone for “recharge slabs” as the in-universe allegory for sleeping, using them like beds and having characters “dream” or awake with a start. Historically, there are some examples of TF snoozing. Take this scene from early in Simon Furman’s run on the US Marvel comic:
Ratchet has essentially “dozed off” at his workstation and had a nightmare, but they have to use a human allegory to describe it. But then, compare that to Kup’s remarks from the G2 comic, but the same author:
Beast Wars characters would often sleep; “Feral Scream,” Part 2, for instance, has Cheetor refusing to use a CR chamber and instead going to sleep on his bunk, while Rattrap has a feet-up-on-the-console nap at his monitor station. They used terms like “nap” and “asleep,” rather than the techie “systems shutdown” of the Marvel example above.
Armada was big into characters sleeping, too; it was the first thing we ever saw Cyclonus do, and Scavenger was a fan of it too, with full blown snoring and unconscious scratching.
Animated made mention of “stasis naps,” one of which Ratchet took in vehicle mode at the side of the road. And there are a good few example of characters being hypnotized into a sleep-like state, too, by characters like Mindwipe or Hellbat, or Nightstrike.
So the broad answer is “yes, they sleep without needing to be plugged into anything, if you’re not worried about looking too deeply into the technological meaning and purpose of robot sleep.” IDW’s books seem to have wanted to justify such a thing, so they have recharge slabs to explain it.
I love you all. I’m sorry times are tough, and I hope you see clear skies and rainbows from here on out. I hope you see a beautiful snow storm and a nice cozy thunderstorm with a cup of hot tea in hand.
Plot: Feelings don’t come in to play until you realize that what could’ve been is being threatened by what is.
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Derek Hale x Reader
Warnings: attempted suicide (graphic and emotional), language, protective!Stiles
A/N: sorry about the drought, the lack of writing! this is an old piece that is redone to fit Teen Wolf Characters. Stiles is a jock in this, Derek is a tatted punk turned jock, and Scott McCall is the angel that he’s always been. I really hope this isn’t too bad. I love y’all and I”m sorry I have writer’s block. Let me know what you think! XOXOX (no gifs are mine!!!)
Damn it! I knew this would happen. It’s your best friend’s first college football game and you’re already running late. You promised him you’d be there early, but noooo! You had to take a nap and snooze your damn alarm. Screw it. You brush on some mascara and toss on some skinny jeans with your school sweater before running down, phone in hand. Thankfully, your dorm was a five minute walk from the football stadium.
You made it to the field just as the choir finished performing the national anthem. Stiles was looking around before his eyes finally landed on you and he heaved a sigh of relief. You smile widely and wave at him as the teams make their way onto the field. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Stiles’ girlfriend Leslie holding hands with another player. You shake your head and brush the negative thoughts out of your head, thinking that maybe that’s her brother or really good friend. Stiles and Lydia have been together for a few years; she wouldn’t cheat on him. You shrug and focus your attention on the game.
As part of your ritual, you send Stiles a good luck text and tell him you love him. This has happened in someway shape or form for about the last ten years before every game of his. You’ve been friends with the dork since you were five and he was six. He was a few months older than you and teased you about it every chance he got. You lived right next door to each other all throughout middle- and high school. Stiles was always the popular bad-boy jock that all the girls drooled over, and you were his nerdy, semi-popular semi-depressed, counterpart. You two managed to remain friends through the years & prove to everyone that brunettes actually have more fun. And now, here he was, paving his way to greatness in his first college football game of his career. You couldn’t be prouder of him.
A couple years ago, Stiles was going through a rough patch. It was your sophomore year and his parents were going through a divorce. You helped him through it and he managed to pull himself out. Although he claimed that Leslie was his light at the end of the tunnel, I think he was doing perfectly fine himself.
A loud whistle brings you back to the present just as your team scores a touchdown! Stiles is the quarterback and he tossed the ball straight to the wide receiver who ran to the end of the field and scored your team six points. The crowd’s gone wild, you’re jumping up and screaming for Stiles as the group of guys next to you pull up their shirts and reveal “NOTRE DAME” spelled out on their stomachs. Derek Hale, the dreamy receiver who scored a touchdown, does a little dance and makes the crowd cheer even louder.
The game went on and at the end of the fourth quarter, you were neck-to-neck. Notre Dame was up by three points and your enemy aka the University of Indiana had the possession. There were 12 seconds left and Indy was 10 meters away from a touchdown. Everyone was at the edge of their seats as the seconds ticked by and Indy’s quarterback let the ball fly. You held your breath as one of their players seemed set to grab it, but you were all joyously taken by surprise when your cornerback intercepted the ball as the clock ran out. Everyone got on their feet and screamed in both shock and happiness. You laugh and make your way down the bleachers to see Stiles, only to be stopped as you reach the field. You look up and are met with a familiar face smirking down at you.
You smile back up at Derek. He looked oddly familiar. Sure, you saw him around campus a few times as he was a star football player, but you had never been so close to him. Holy hell, were you missing out.
“Hey there!” He smirks at your obvious staring as he yells over the crowd’s cheering. “Did you enjoy the game?”
“Hey, Derek,” you blush and look down slightly, almost peering over his shoulder to look for Stiles before looking back up at him. “I very much did enjoy the game. That was a great catch, by the way! Indy didn’t see you coming!”
“Thank you.” Now it was his turn to blush. “I didn’t know a beautiful girl such as yourself followed our games this closely.”
“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you smile and hold your hand out for him to shake, which he quickly accepts. “I won’t miss any regular season games. My best friend is on the team, Stiles?”
“So you’re the best friend he asked us to stay away from! Is he keeping you for himself, or?” He looks at you, questioningly as his eyes widen in realization.
“No, he’s dating Leslie,” you chuckle and smile, removing your hand from Derek’s. “He’s just super over protective of me. Speaking of the rascal, where is he? I ran here for him!”
“He probably went to the locker room with Leslie to get some post-game action.” Derek laughs and shakes his head as you gag.
“I don’t need that image. I see it enough already!” You laugh and nudge him as the player who caught the interception walks over and eyes you up and down.
“What do we have here?” He winks at you and you shake your head.
“Just because you helped us win our first game doesn’t mean that you get a pass with that comment.” You give him a teasing glare as he raises an eyebrow. “No passes, but that was a super cool catch, a life-saving one actually.”
He blushes and smiles widely, dimples popping out in both cheeks. “I’m Scott. Scott McCall.”
And before you’re able to respond, Stiles comes out from behind them and engulfs you in a hug.
“STILES OH MY GOD!!!” You squeal as he laughs and spins you around, obviously moving you away from his two teammates.
“Did you see my throw?!” Stiles puts you down and becomes really passionate as he speaks about the one thing he loves the most: football. “I didn’t think I would make the pass, but then I remembered your text and I just threw the ball and BAM, Hale with the touchdown!”
“I did see your throw! It was a beautifully executed throw with a solid catch by Derek,” by this time, Derek & Scott have made their way over to you and they’re both blushing wildly.
“Bro, why didn’t you tell us your best friend was so beautiful? And into sports?!” Scott punched Stiles lightly in the shoulder as he slightly tenses, trying to keep his cool composure as his teammates drool over his best friend..
“Because you buffoons would react exactly like this.” Stiles forces out a chuckle and smiles at his friends.
As he and Scott continued their talk, Derek walks over and looks at you, just staring before something clicked both in his head and in yours. You knew he looked familiar! Derek opens his mouth to say something, but you grab Stiles before he has a chance to.
“Alright, goodbye boys. Stiles will see you in practice and I will be at your next game.” You smile at both of them and leave with your best friend, trying your best not to look back.
Crap that was too close.
You pull Stiles away from Derek and Scott, leaving him slightly confused but still very happy. Once you reach the university campus, you slow down and look up at your best friends cute smile.
“I’m proud of you, Stiles,” you smile and wrap your arms around him as you walk through campus.
“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry for leaving you to deal with the knuckleheads after the game.”
“It’s okay. I heard you and Leslie got in some quick action after the game,” you chuckle and wiggle your eyebrows at him as you near his dorm.
“We got in some quick but very good action in after the game,” Stiles smirks, swiping his ID and letting you into the building. You two walk past the RA and into the elevator; Stiles lived on the third floor but you were feeling lazy. “You’re staying over tonight, right?”
“Yes, sir. Unless you want to kick me out to get some more action?”
“No, I think I could get some action in with you.” Stiles playfully slams your back against the elevator wall and stands over you as you look up at him, rolling your eyes and trying your hardest not to blush.
“Please, babe. That’s not possible,” you pull away just as the elevator dings and the doors open, dragging him out by his hand. "Let’s go to your room so we can sleep. I have an early class tomorrow.”
You walk into Stiles’ dorm, using your spare key to open the door and trying to push down any unwarranted feelings for the doofus. You close his door and head to his bedroom to look for any clothes you may have left over previous times. You frown when you don’t see anything of yours around.
“Stiles!” I stand in the middle of his bedroom with my arms crossed, more from confusion than anything.
“Yes?!” He runs in and cups your face, checking for any injuries. “What happened? Did you hurt yourself? Is something wrong?”
“No! No, I’m okay!”
"I’m sorry. I just got scared,” he smiles and wraps his arms around you, oddly worried.
“I’m fine, I promise. Now, come on. Find me a shirt because I can’t find any of mine.” He laughs and kisses your head, pulling away .
“That’s because I’m doing laundry. Actually, my roommate is. Hale’s doing laundry.” Stiles reaches into a drawer and pulls out an oversized t-shirt. “Here you go.”
“Wait… Derek is doing your laundry?! I had underwear here!” You blush and groan, covering your face as Stiles chuckles.
“Don’t worry, he won’t do anything. I’ve warned them all!”
“I think you want me to die alone.” You pout and head to the bathroom to change, Stiles’ laughter ringing through his room.
You change and step back into the bedroom, only to find him sound asleep and in his boxers. You turn off the lights and lay next to Stiles. He cuddles close and moments later, you begin to drift off.
Flashback in a Dream
You graduated last week, top of the world and happy as can be. Of course, your happiness doesn’t seem to last. It was like you had everything but wanted nothing. You were so tired of yourself, of all the burdens you carried around. You couldn’t even wear your favorite dress to graduation because your stupid arms and legs were covered in scars. You hated yourself. You wanted this shit life to end. And what better place to end it than at the lighthouse?
It was around seven in the evening, a nice chilly summer night. You told your parents You’d go for a quick walk and be back. They both smiled and asked you to get home quickly, little did they know you wouldn’t make it back at all. You had a bottle of wine in your bag and a razor in your pocket. You chuckled sadly and ran the razor across your arms and legs and stomach, each cut an angry thought. You looked at your phone to see Stiles calling you for the fifteenth time. You shook your head and let the phone ring. You loved him, and that’s why you couldn’t–wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t know about this.
“Hello?” You heard a voice behind you and turned around. He was tall, and he was so so handsome. He had tattoos up and down his arms and across his bare chest, his green eyes were narrowed as he took in your crumpled appearance.
You quickly (drunkenly) hid your hands as he walked closer, feeling yourself dim out slowly. “What’s up?”
“Why are you here by yourself? And why are you hiding your hands?” He reached back to grab your arms and you let out a soft yelp.
“Ow!” You whimper and pull your hands out, slurring your words as your emotions get the best of you. “I’m fucking depressed. I’m suicidal. I hate myself. Is that what you wanted to hear?!”
He quickly shakes his head no as you black out.
You keep drifting in and out of a daze for what seems like days before you finally wake up. Your eyes begin to adjust to the dim lighting and you see someone asleep with their head on the side of the bed. You softly nudge the person and he looks up, alarmed. It was the guy from the other night. Which meant… you weren’t dead.
“D-did you save me?” You whisper, your voice hoarse from the lack of water in your system. He notices and hands you water before answering.
“I- I just brought you back here. I didn’t know if you’d make it, but–oh my god. OH MY GOD.” He exclaimed, looking at you as though he’d just realized that you’re awake. “You’re alive!” He laughed and leaned down to pay a celebratory kiss against my forehead.
“Why did you save me?” You whisper the dreaded question, managing to stop his celebrations as he looked at you, both confused and angry.
“Did you expect me to let you die?! No. Hell no,” He shook his head, barely able to look you in the eye. “You deserve a second chance. This is it. Life is fucking hard, and believe me I know it. I’m upset when I have no right to be. I’m given everything and I want nothing, but I will not die. I will not let my depression beat me. And I sure as hell won’t let it beat you, Y/N.” He looked at you, almost reiterating your own speech to you as you stared at him in awe. “I checked your ID, that’s how I know your name.”
You nod slowly and begin to sit up. “T-thank you..?”
“Derek. My name is Derek.” He smiled at you as he realized that his words registered.
“As you know, my name is Y/N,” you held out your hand and he shook it. “Thank you for saving my life.”
“Not a problem. I don’t want you to be like this anymore. Please promise me. No more.”
“No more.” You smiled at him, tears brimming in your eyes as he held out a pinky and you hook yours with his. You lean forward and press a shy kiss against his lips. “No more.”
You jolt awake and pant heavily, double and triple checking your arms for any cuts, relieved when you find none there. It’s been three months and there are no more cuts. Three months since you’d last seen Derek. Three months since you opened up to Stiles. You promised Stiles, but you also promised Derek. Derek who spent one night with you and then flew back home. Derek who you didn’t recognize until today. Stiles stirs in his sleep and looked up at you, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“Everything alright?” he mutters sleepily and looks up at you.
“Yes, babe. We are all good. Back to bed.” You smile as he holds his arms out to you and you gladly snuggle against your best friend, falling asleep in no time.
Okay not just a bit tired but frustrated too of people (let’s be honest, a substantial portion of them are probably teenage boys, or at least act as if they were) who still, STILL think that Rey could not in any way, shape or form defeat Kylo Ren in the forest snow fight. It’s been a year and they still don’t get it.
It’s like they failed to see that Kylo took an almighty hit in the abdomen by Chewbacca’s deadly blaster, failed to see Kylo Ren weakened by his patricidal act, that he was further injured by Finn and…most importantly…I can’t emphasise this enough…most importantly that he didn’t want to kill Rey.
And yet despite all of this he still got the upper hand in the fight.
Didn’t these people see that he had her cornered on the edge of a tumbling cliff?
People, he lost because he was too busy admiring Rey while she was taking a snooze and powering up…
No but seriously, jokes aside, Snoke said in the TFA novelisation (I don’t care if it’s not in the movie, it’s still canon)… “It isn’t her strength that is making you fail. It’s your weakness.”
Kylo Ren was not defeated by Rey because she’s an all powerful Mary Sue and he is a weakling (quite the opposite he’s bloody strong and powerful in the force, see the movie again if you think otherwise ) but because he has a soft spot for Rey, his weakness. His compassion for her is his weakness or as I like to say in the real world, his greatest strength.
So enough of this Mary Sue nonsense, that Kylo is a pussy , etc. The movie makers behind TFA thought long and hard about the details way before you did.