(Forgot to add this to my previous ask)
TFP and Bay Optimuses would get into argument that leads to the reveal about why the latter doesn't trust humans.
TFP: Prime, Bayverse: Bay
Imagine Prime's reaction to hearing different versions of his Autobot companions being hunted down like dogs? About another Ratchet being shot then melted on live feed and seen as nothing more than scrap metal? All by the very species Bay had been protecting.
Their visitor locks himself in his room afterwards. No one can speak as ALL of Team Prime was present at the time, both human and Cybertronian. Every single companion couldn't help the emotional monsoon crashing on them.
Sympathy, pity, horror, fury. Bay isn't the 'bully' some would perceive. Merely a victim to how cruel others can be. Every species has a good and bad side.
Bay merely lost the ability to see that. He's just a mech swallowed by rage and grief.
Oh? My god? This is so sad?
I imagine not only the earth-shattering sadness, but the FEAR that would instill. Fowler isn’t as warmly reguarded anymore. Ratchet begins a hush-hush project to save stores in various locations, just in case. Prime, now with some part of his mind whispering that nowhere was safe… not in his own voice but in the harsher one of his counterpart. Slowly, just slowly, Tfp begins to mirror bayverse…
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a video from the Save the 8th Campaign, Irish nurse Caren Ní hAllacháin described witnessing an abortion at 22 weeks where the baby was born alive. The baby had a “chromosomal abnormality,” possibly Down syndrome
“I wasn’t looking after [the woman having the abortion] directly, but I was on the ward. The other nurse had gone for a break, but I went into the sluice room [where medical waste was taken]. And the baby was in a kidney dish, in the sink where all the clinical waste was. The baby was born alive, and the baby was then taken from the mother – the mother never saw the baby. The baby was put into a kidney dish and brought away from the room, and to the sluice room, and left there just to die.
The baby was the full size of the kidney dish, so the baby was probably a little bit more than the length of my hands. He was small but he was perfect. He had – you could see his toes, his hands, it seemed like he had blonde hair. His eyes were closed. His mouth was open slightly. At first when I saw him, I thought he was actually dead, but I could see the rise and fall of his chest once I looked, because through the shock – he was breathing. And he wasn’t really moving. He had been there at least an hour and a half if not two hours.
I just did not know what to do. But there was nobody treating that baby. That baby was breathing and yet I couldn’t go and ring for the emergency team to come. I couldn’t get oxygen for the baby. I couldn’t put a blanket around the baby. I couldn’t pick the baby up…. the baby was still breathing. I couldn’t treat that baby as any other baby in any other part of that hospital, where you have babies the same age being treated in incubators and being ventilated and being given every assistance to live.
And yet this baby was left… in a kidney dish, which is [a] cold stainless steel metal dish, and just left to die. I had to leave the sluice room. I had to leave the baby there. That part is the hardest part of all because I felt I had abandoned the baby. When I went back the baby had died. The baby wasn’t breathing anymore. So the baby was still in the kidney dish. It was when the other nurse came back that she disposed of the baby’s body.
To see that baby trying to breathe – to see the dignity of him in the kidney dish trying to breathe, and nobody, just nobody there. He is a human being and a person. You can’t deny it. You can’t deny that that child was a son. It is something that will stay in with me for the rest of my life. I think the worst part of that is the fact that I wasn’t allowed to do anything. The baby was small, but it was perfect. [He] was perfect. The baby had a cleft lip – that was it.”
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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟼
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: July 5. The hardship of living together. Forced upon us by strangers, pity, lust, cowardice, vanity, and only deep down, perhaps, a thin little stream worthy of the name of love, impossible to seek out, flashing once in the moment of a moment. END ID.]
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I'm sorry, but I need to inflict this brainrot on someone else, and my friends aren't as deep into this as I am so here it goes. (I know you're a Halstarian shipper and so am I but still)
I ended up watching a couple clips of Pearl from Steven Universe, and my brain did some Synthesis and I realized that she and Astarion have a lot in common. I'm not sure if you've watched Steven Universe or not, but other way, I got to the song It's Over Isn't It, and I got hit with the Astarian feels. Like, tell me there isn't a sadfic in here where Astarian is with Tav, Tav ends up leaving him, and then dies.
"I was fine with the men
Who would come into her life now and again.
I was fine 'cause I knew
That they didn't really matter until you.
I was fine when you came
And we fought like it was all some silly game
Over her, who she'd choose.
After all those years, I never thought I'd lose.
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone.
It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?
War and glory, reinvention
Fusion, freedom, her attention,
Out in daylight, my potential,
Bold, precise, experimental,
Who am I now in this world without her?
Petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her?
What does it matter, it's already done.
Now I've got to be there for her son.
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
You won, and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone!
It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?
It's over, isn't it? Why can't I move on?"
Keywords: the whole first section, freedom, "out in daylight, my potential",
It's all there. I had this realization like 20 minutes ago and I feel like Charlie Day with the corkboard with all the strings. Skinny, pale ex-slave who fought their own way to freedom, who by the time they get out, they're so traumatized by intimacy and struggled to even figure out what *they* wanted, now that they actually have a choice... I'm running out of words, I just want to gesture wildly at all this and possibly explode but *please* tell me you see my vision here
i really REALLY admire your passion!!! I can appreciate that you went ahead and shared this with me <3 I haven't seen all of Steven Universe, but I'll publish this ask so others may share in it!!
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Some people pointed out that this audio sounds like the narrator saying "Stanley? Where are you?" So I've come up with a headcannon for it.
Once the roof collapsed, the narrator went out to explore as he knew Stanley would be stuck for a good while longer.
Perhaps, while he was out, the building had sunk back into the ground (as the light is no longer visible, it makes sense to me), so when the narrator returned for Stanley when he knew Stanley would rouse, the building had dissapeared for him, prompting him to call out and search for Stanley. In hopes he'd hear him and respond.
Perhaps, due to the grief of loosing even the possibility of his friend returning, he destroyed the surface, and ultimately himself in the process, meaning that when the building resurfaces once again, Stanley is met with a destroyed world; the aftermath of narrators greif for him.
ANYWAY- this is a free to use concept for anyone who wants to use it- please @ me if you do 😭
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