Everyone’s congratulating PBG for his upset outburst towards Jontron, but nobody’s congratulating him for apologizing for it after and showing political disagreements shouldn’t be what destroys friendships.
I have a lot more respect for him because of this and he deserves more credit for it imo.
what makes me angry is how a female character has like a list of 117 things she ought to fullfill in order to be liked by the fandom but with males it’s like.. here’s a bad attitude and a strong jawline you’re good to go
((ALSO!!! thank you guys for 1.4k!!! ;u; what the heck where do y’all come from ;;; big thanks to the ones who are still with me and welcome to the new peeps!! i hope you enjoy your stay and talk to me sometime! <33)))
i wish i could explain what it feels like to have to unravel a lifetime of learned thoughts and actions and question yourself so thoroughly and deal with the uncertainty that comes with examining compulsory heterosexuality and how it has affected your life. how it makes you doubt yourself. how it makes you dismiss parts of yourself, or not even notice them at all. and how much work and effort and reflection and confidence it takes to overcome it. it’s a fight. i’m proud of everyone who’s dealt with it in the past or is currently working through it and exploring who they are, and of those who will go through it in the future. it’s not always an easy thing to do but it’s so, so worth it in the end.
Hello! Can I have Ratchet denying he needs to refuel but his tanks are rumbling and giving him away? 🐝
this is going to get a lil sad cause i have emotions abt this hecker
He outright ignores you, which of course will only make you even more upset. If you start to raise your voice and make it very obvious that you’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, maybe you can get it through his head that he’s gonna fuel before the day is over because you are that determined. Even so, you have to remember that this is Ratchet; he’s been in the same situation as you many, many times before (he’s developed a thick hide because of it)– so you’re pretty useless against him at first.
Just like his low fuel levels, your pestering begins to wear him down. He turns on you, optics burning bright as he grits out in frustration, “What do you want?” You thought you’d made that very obvious. “Drink up, Ratchet! I can hear your fuel gauge beeping from over here!” Ratchet is adamant and refuses your care. Again. It feels like it’s been hours.
After a long time, you start asking questions. “Why? Why wouldn’t you just take some? Why are you denying yourself that care, medic?” Your frustration got the better of you and acid started slipping into your tone… but Ratchet has frozen. He then turns slowly, mouth pulled tight and optics ablaze with emotion and anguish.
Ratchet’s armour flares and he drops his newest invention back on the table. “Do you think I’m starving by choice? Do you think I want to be left like this?” You’re left speechless, stunned, confused. “If we had half the amount of energon that the Decepticons have, do you think we’d have to ration it out so carefully like we do? No. We don’t have that luxury, [Y/N]. We are all starving. Remember the synth-en? That was a treat. That was a damn treat.
First time I’ve felt like myself since arriving on Earth years ago. Think of it as a… what do you humans call it, a sugar-high? Think of it as a sugar-high, except your entire life depends on it. We are all starving.”
Ratchet had leaned back against his desk and inhaled deeply, optics closing as well as his posture. In the quietest voice you’d ever heard from him, he hisses, “I starve– I starve myself– so that they can thrive.” Ratchet stole a glance at the groundbridge, deactivated until the Autobots comm him to open it. “Please don’t get hurt, please, please, don’t get hurt.”