shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

To the fighting pits. It's an idiom, an' not a terribly serious suggestion, unless y'feel like a brawl.

[Low whistle]

 

Sorry.

 

S'okay you weren't doin' it on purpose.
[... huh she apparently still falls back into Deadend-Drawl quickly once she gets into it a little again still.]

 

Daaaaaamn. 'S a fine build indeed, I'll give 'em that. I do know a few iris, and claws're a popular mod, but not usually together.

Still callin' jetfuel. Ain't never found no Iaconian what treated me as nice as the Altihexian crowds.

I know what I like, what can I say? [He's smiling as well, optics gone bright and glittery.]

 

No big, dude, we're chill.

 

Awwww you jus' di'n't know how t'find the right drinkin' buddies, I know it's kinna difficult back there sum'a the time, but believe me, once y'go brass you never- well y'know what I mean.
[... Did she just imply Wires should be looking for cultist hangouts in the Dead End as if that was a good idea? Why yes, yes she did.]

[She snickers and waggles her optic ridges]

 

Brass? Holy slag, captain, I ain't lookin t'get vored. You're a braver mech'n I by a long stretch if you're playin' with that crowd.

 

[Warriors] bring you food and shiny things if it´s them asking you and not you asking them!

Told you! -smug bug- [Warriors] are better, it´s just a fact.

 

[She lazily gestures at her paintjob] Playin' with that crowd's a little undersellin' it, my mech.

Well they're pretty up there, but if they're better...

 

Huh. We got somethin' similar for courtin' a <mate> proper 'steaduva fling, but it's usually personalized for whoever you're lookin' to court.

 

Point still stands, ain't my scene by no stretch.

 

They're not all into the vore thing. Most'a them jus' like things a lil more messy'n harsh.

 

Of course they are! No miner could possibly be as handsome!

I suppose that makes some sense, and if you want someone for a mate of course you would need to go to more effort.

 

Ford has finally managed to remove his palms from his face. Look! It didn't even require any surgery.

"Okay. There are a couple of points I ... just want to put out on the table, for the benefit of whoever might still be listening. And care."

He takes a deep breath.

"Number one: someone who is not a member of your species and has no awareness of your species' history cannot possibly know what rhetoric was used by which oppressive faction to justify their oppressive behaviour. It might make you uncomfortable, and if you'd just say that without making an implication that decent people all know that already, you'd probably get an apology. It's also worth remembering that probably every good argument or turn of phrase in the multiverse has been abused by some despotic asshole somewhere to justify being shitty to other people, because that seems to be what intelligent beings do when there are too many in one place."

He winces, but goes on.

"Number two: never say 'I didn't mean it that way' if someone points out that what you've said sounds like some bigoted bullshit, because that's what people who mean it say when they're called on their shit about 80 percent of the time. Say 'I was unaware of that' or something along those lines, particularly when it's frankly incredibly fucking obvious that you have no reason not to be unaware of it."

He takes another deep breath.

"Number three: if you catch on to the fact that someone has been making rude insinuations about someone else's trauma in a group setting, or perhaps has accidentally said something that sounded like that, don't call them out on it in front of the whole group, because hopefully the rest of the group has not caught on, but if you announce the fact, they will, and you will have completed the intended humiliation."

 

*sighs* Yeah. I really fucked up.

 

Which is why, as you may have noticed, Gently (for my standards) pointed this out to him instead of shoting him in the face like I could have!
[Cheerful decepticon war criminal is cheerful]

 

-dryly- I think that K-con was already blown.

 

*teasing* Explosion blown or dick blown?

Your standards are really low, you know, right?

 

Dvalinn: "Freak of the week?!"


Dainn: "He's not wrong, you know."


Durapror: "...Oh? I was under the impression that you were the leader of your party. I'm quite interested in meeting this John fellow, then. He must be quite the leader."

 

Messy I'm cool with, harsh... still ain't my scene.

Spoiler: the line of propriety, where is it

I do controlled pain for my guy sometimes, but it ain't... It's not a harshness, for him? Near as I can understand it, anyhow. Even with a blade in him it's the trust, not the pain itself.

[Nods.] Might buy a cutie a drink or two, but sometimes that's just a social thing dependin' on what kinda circles you're in, not askin' em for a roll.

[He will not be a snarky glitch, he will not be a snarky glitch...]

Yep, that about sums most'a that up.

Okay for real, outside of us shootin' the slag, can you maybe stop phrasin' it in the "coulda been worse" way? Call it overactive medic protocols but it makes me kinda twitchy. Don't gotta qualify "all I did was point out gently that he'd said somethin' what made me twitchy."