#soooo gooddd

Thinking about these kids who wear human faces but have inevitably picked up things from their friends, growls, and a sort of silent, predatory grace, and a longing for the sky, kids who move fast under pressure and trot over, around, and between each other like a pack of wolves. Their parents, the ones who notice, think that their children have been fey touched, because surely these were not the kids that were stolen from them oh so long ago.

Which is a long walk to say Wheeljack is in for a terrible time trying to get his human to forgive him because all his experience with humans have been with the kids who don't ACT human.

oh my god your brain is incredible i adore this so much (also i checked and for some reason I wasn’t following you??? I don’t know how that happened D:)

The thought of the prime kids having to play off surviving being “murdered” by dragons is so brilliant. I just know Miko embellished the SHIT outta what happened too. “Oh, yeah I’m totally a dragon killer now, you shoulda seen me take that beast down.” Meanwhile Bulkhead cradled her in his claws the entire time and refused to put her down out of fear that she’d somehow get stepped on. Raf and Jack just facepalm — thankfully her words are taken as a child’s ramblings to cope with the terror of being kidnapped. ALSO this is long, it kinda got away from me.

— continuation from this post

Wheeljack doesn’t know how to handle you. And you had been right — “Jack” doesn’t exist and instead his actual name is … well. Much too complicated for you to possibly say in his tongue, but the rough translation is Wheeljack, apparently.

You’d been surprised to wake up in a dark, rather chilly cave. You’d been surprised to wake up at all. Even more shocking, Jack had been sitting next to you with this oddly constipated expression on his face. Your mind is still reeling from waking up and your first instinct is to tease him for it. Then you remember everything and you scramble away with a terrified gasp. Your burns don’t sting when you move and your skin only bears faint marks that show you’d been injured at all.

His face is drawn up tight and pinched, as if he’d taken a bite out of a lemon. Those piercing, alien blue eyes are narrowed with some indiscernible emotion. It had always been difficult to tell exactly what he was feeling before and it’s no different here. For all you know, he’s debating on whether or not you’d make another tasty snack.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He says first, holding up his hands. You find it ridiculous he’s still trying to pretend to be human and you make sure to tell him that. His face just gets more pinched. “Thought it’d be nicer than seein’ a dragon looming over you.”

So it’s true that what you’d seen really was him. And that he had eaten you and for some inexplicable reason, left you alive.

“You ate me.” Your words are fraught and tense.

“It was more of a swallow.” He points out. When you narrow your eyes at him, he relents, shoulders slumping. “Alright, fine. You weren’t going to be…” he trails off and waves a hand flippantly. You get the picture. “Dragons? We got a system going on in here — one stomach for stomach stuff, second for keeping things we find precious. Shiny treasure, hatchlings, hoard — things that shouldn’t be damaged. I-E, you. I swear to you on my life, you were okay. I ain’t ever going to hurt you.”

His gaze is pleading with you to understand. You take all of that in, internalize it, and let your crippling terror transition to fierce rage.

”You lied to me.” You are furious and you will not let him forget his deceit.

And that’s the start of Wheeljack’s ongoing, persistent, two week long headache. He is fully aware that it’s his fault too, which only makes it worse. He never expected to grow attached to a human the day he walked into your shop. Getting close to them was risky — too many things could go so wrong. But you had drawn him in and you had wanted to learn so much. It became more than just needing human enchantment work. Seeing the smoked out ruins of your little shop that had only ever brought him joy was... one of the worst things he’d witnessed. It had wrought something deeply, gutturally vicious in his chest. Had you died there, he was sure he would’ve gutted every single one of Starscream’s seekers and left their intestine sprawled out across the streets.

You had been innocent. Humans always were in their war against the neighboring factions. Wheeljack doesn’t regret taking you from that place. If he could go back, he’d do everything differently. Maybe he’d tell you earlier — dragon reputation be damned. You, in your kindness and your warmth, would hear him out at least. Sometimes he even considered it — when you were sleeping and he still had time left in his human form.

Alas, he’s made his proverbial bed and now he must lay in it. The best course of action would be to probably leave you at a safer human establishment. Instead of toting you with him to the Autobots (because really, they’re the ones who actually know how to take care of humans) he should’ve just made himself scarce. If he was a better drake, he would’ve let you live a life of peace. Without him there to ruin it.

But Wheeljack is a dragon. He never claimed to be a good person. You’re part of his hoard now — all of his most precious creations, all of his cherished, adored treasures and you belong right in the center of it all. Greed and possessiveness are adjectives that come along with a dragon’s name. His nature urges him to keep, to protect, to hold onto his hoard.

That being said, you are not making anything easy. He expected nothing less from you, but Allspark, it’s hard. You’ve lost everything near and dear to you and Wheeljack doesn’t hold your actions against you.

You refuse to speak to him unless absolutely necessary. Anything he does is met with a glare cold enough to freeze. When you do talk, your words are fierce and harsh. Half of the time, he thinks your face is permanently stuck in its scowl. You don’t even want to learn dragon enchantments anymore. In the privacy of his own mind, Wheeljack admits that one cuts deeper.

You still get scared around his dragon form. As much as he wishes he could walk around as a human forever for you, his magic is on a timer. Holding a form as long as he does is impressive in and of itself but even he can’t stay like that forever. He hates it when he hears your heart pulse double time any time you catch a glimpse of his claws. You try to act like it doesn’t affect you but Wheeljack knows. Of course he does. He tries to make himself scarce in those times. His instincts berate him for being such a terrible drake. What kind of dragon doesn’t take care of their hoard? What kind of dragon scares their precious treasures?

You sleep in a separate section of his cave, usually. Wheeljack can’t keep his human form while he sleeps and you don’t deserve to have to share a room with something that terrifies you. It rankles his instincts deeply — his hoard has to all be in one place, he has to be able to defend it — but he ignores them. To compromise with them, he makes your bed out of all the best pillows and silks in his hoard. It leaves his nest cold and hard but he can’t bring himself to care.

Sometimes you wake up screaming for a home that’s been burned down. When it’s late at night, your quiet gasps turn into muffled sobs. Wheeljack always has to wrestle with himself to stay in his nest. You don’t need him to comfort you. He’s sure he’d make it worse.

Wheeljack puts his foot down when you refuse to take food from him. You can be angry, hurting, hateful — all of that. But he’s not going to let you waste away. You can be furious at him with a full stomach and a well hydrated body.

The kids are mostly no help. Jack tells him that he should offer you part of his hoard. Giving away something like that is one of the most sacred things a dragon can possibly do — it’d be a solid recommendation if you were a dragon. It’d show his sincerity, his apology, and how badly he wishes you’d let him in. Raf wrinkles his soft nose and says that grooming you would help rebuild the bond. Wheeljack doubts that putting you anywhere near his mouth again would do any good. Miko informs him that he can regain your trust by showing his strength. That means that he should take you with him on his hunts — she probably wants him to kill the biggest thing in the area. Wheeljack wonders what the hell Bulk is teaching her.

What kept Haymitch alive after his Games, after he lost it all? Lenore Dove’s last words, forcing himself awake each morning, forcing himself through the terror of living because his love for Lenore Dove forced him to keep moving.

And because he kept living, 24 years later, he mentors Katniss and Peeta-The final spark in the rebellion to toss the whole country aflame. The rebellion that finally, finally, fulfilled all his years-long promises and brought The Hunger Games crashing down.  Finally, the sun rose over the horizon, in a world without the reaping. In a world where newly born childrens can be safe, basking in their youth and innocence without the terror of bloody death looming over them. Where parents can be happy with their children without the terrifying fear of having them ripped from their arms. A world Lenore Dove insisted was possible all those years ago. Two and a half decades later, the sun no longer rose over the reaping.

I also see it as a symbol of hope that things can be better, no matter how horrible things seem right now. Because imagine Haymitch sometime after his Games, before the 74th one. Drinking his days away. Haunted by the ghosts of his loved ones. Terrorized by nightmares. Nobody close by to help. Nobody close to love. No family. No friends. Perhaps he never will. All hope is lost.

I actually had a very nice day today :D I went to the movies with my mom and sister and we bonded over food and that terrible movie hehe

theenn I bought the coolest shoes ever which were 350 euros and with sale they were only 70 like WHOHO yay me :)

Then I watched Vampire Academy and it was sooo gooodddd and Dimitri <33 and Christian <33333

anddd I got 3 roses from random strangers at the mall today and one guy walked past me and came running back and said "I'm sorry I caught a glimpse of you standing there and I had to come back and give you this." and THAT WAS SO NICE and I blushed obviously ugh nice people why

theenn I came home to the sweetest messages ever (and my friends live blogging of Teen Wolf which made me laugh so hard xD)