I’ve been thinking a lot about how quickly the Louie side of the fandom adopted Steve Aoki and our complete rejection of James Arthur. And it’s actually startlingly simple: Steve Aoki showed, from the word go, that he genuinely loves and respects Louis Tomlinson. He came in to our lives by flying across the world (skipping winning an award) to perform Just Hold On with Louis to honor Jay. Then he started speaking. And we learned that he’s a great guy. But we never would have cared without his apparent love for Louis.
Contrast this with James Arthur who talked shit about Louis and 1D in the past, who’s made all sorts of problematic statements, and now thinks that a Twitter follow is going to garner the same support. You forgot one thing: we’re elephants with receipts. You don’t get to talk shit and expect us to forget. We wont.
BONUS POINTS to Steve for continually talking about how awesome the fandom is and how any artist would kill for this kind of support.
Could I get headcanons for ravage trusting his friend (bot reader) enough to recharge with them?
On one hand
Ravage isn’t used to being alone for too long. He’s always had Soundwave and
the other cassettes, and sleeping next to someone has always been a thing of
comfort and safety for him. He sleeps in Megatron’s habsuite, but he’s never
ventured onto the berth.
On the other
hand it’s hard to earn his trust. He has a deep-set loyalty to his family, but you are an outsider. It’s hard at first
to approach him given how intimidating and stand-offish he is.
Once he lets
his guard down around you, you find out he’s actually very interesting! He
knows random facts about things you wouldn’t guess (like elephants) and points
out things no-one else notices. He knows all the latest gossip, and has a dry
sense of humor that’s a bit of an acquired taste.
time you invite him to sleep at your habsuite he refuses. He says no pretty
fast; he’s just shocked. After some major consideration he’ll bring it up
making himself cozy in a corner until you pat the spot next to you in berth,
inviting him up to lay with you. He grumbles that he’s not a pet, to which you
reply you know, but the floor can’t be comfortable and there’s enough room. It’s
not like you were going to pet him or anything… Slowly, he pads over to the
berth, hopping up and kneading the covers before he curls contentedly into your
side. He grumbles a thank you.
part of his family. He’s fiercely loyal and protective of you. He also knocks
over your drinks and walks in between your legs when he’s annoyed with you.
recharging with him becomes habit. He curls his tail over you and nuzzles your
neck when he’s really sleepy. Eventually, he nudges his head under your servo
and purrs. You are allowed to pet the deadly kitty.
middle of the recharge cycle. You wake up to ravage sprawled across your face.
Why? You grumble at him to get off and he sits up, stock-still, staring into
the void. What do you see, friend? He doesn’t answer. He shoots off like a
bullet. It is time.