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It's amazing how much of a fret I can get into sometimes. The strange thing about it is that I have to remember that I am not necessarily fretting about whatever my brain has latched onto as being reason I'm fretting. In fact, I'm probably not. I'm just scared, so I'm trying to hang that fear onto something. Lots of convincing myself I hurt someone's feelings when there is zilch evidence that in fact I hurt that person's feelings. Lots of 'but why is google ads attempting to sell me this stuff, did I do something to indicate I wanted that?' Lots of panicking over Oh No Did I Follow the Creepy Stolen Antiquities Tumblr???

...I did not. Thank you, tumblr.

Anyway, while you could say I'm scared about these things, I'm not really scared because of them, it just feels like the fear should have a source, so some part of me tries to assign a source. The result is a little like seventeenth and eighteenth century European cartographers trying to indicate the sources of the Nile. Lots of not entirely unreasonable but definitely wrong stabs at making a map.

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I love Ratchet in any continuity, but Transformers: Prime Ratchet is maaaaaaaybe my favorite.

Admittedly, he edges out ahead of Transformers Animated Ratchet a good bit by virtue of um, TFA!Ratchet, for all I love him, being entangled in some of what I dislike most about that series' narrative disservices to its women. ...which does not have a lot to do with the character per se. But.