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as far as i'm concerned all "yuri" is "toxic yuri" because women are ontologically evil thanks to eve's original sin

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What have my followers who aren't into Transformers have gathered about it through this blog anyway?

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why does it take me like a bajillion years to start anything

Fuckign. “Go for it dead end!” Nakamura parody… I’m dying. The image exists in my head. All I have to do is make it real

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vote n reblog i need answers

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saying awful things under percy's name

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I wanna make jealous dead end so bad but his ass would not be overtly jealous. He would just be depressed. He would just be like “… dam… yeah that guy is so much better for you… why do I even try…” which is also rlly funny

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my friend said that for every 20 minutes that he spends in my presence, there is an ever-increasing chance of a perceptor suddenly appearing in the conversation, like I'm a mob spawner or smth

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I gotta start taking longer breaks man, 5 minute stretch breaks aren’t cutting it anymore. Goddamn my fucking back hurts

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Sometimes the only way to describe your blorbo is by going "he is so 💞stupid💞". This is a double-edged sword because sometimes you see a post about your blorbo that is like "he is so 🔪stupid🔪" from a hater, sending you to an evil parallel universe.

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the tf malewife polls are going on twitter and dead end (eliminated round 1) and perceptor (eliminated round 2) are now just watching the others squabble

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Happy day 10 of TF Rare Pairing Fest!! I hope you've all been enjoying Percy's rotating harem of boyfriends, because I was also asked to write Blurr/Perceptor and that’s what you’re getting today. For the prompt "Butterfly" <3

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“Hey, Percy?” asks Blurr, breaking the silence and consequently shattering Perceptor’s focus for the fifth time in as many kliks.

Resisting the strong urge to comm a security guard and request that Blurr be removed from the premises on the basis of being a metal shard in his side, Perceptor lowers his datapad and stares down Blurr. “What?”

Blurr wilts a little at Perceptor’s frosty tone, but he squares his shoulders and keeps talking anyway, his ever-present irritating grin on his face. “This place is really nice. How’d you end up working here?”

“I was recruited to assist in species inventory and identification.” Perceptor ticks off the last box on his checklist and swipes to the next page, walking towards the next room. Blurr scrambles after him, and a distant part of Perceptor’s processor notes that it’s rather funny to see the world’s fastest bot running to keep up with him. “The current categorization system is horribly inefficient.”

“Oh. That’s, uh. That sounds pretty bad,” says Blurr as he follows him. “Did they call you up because you’re an expert in this field?”

“Not particularly,” says Perceptor. “I assume I was contacted because of my extensive general knowledge of offworld organic fauna.”

The two of them emerge into an enormous, brightly-lit enclosure that smells strongly of organic soil. Sunlight streams in through the glass roof, glittering against the lush green crystal trees and imported Earth plants growing in abundance. A steel bridge embedded with decorative stone pieces winds through the artificial forest, inviting visitors to continue strolling inside. In the distance, Perceptor can hear the merry bubbling of the water fountain spilling over fields of grass.

And throughout the entire room, thousands of cyber-butterflies and organic butterflies flap freely, filling the room with their distinct buzzing and unique patterns in a canopy of vibrant colours.

(read the rest on ao3!)

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fandomification and shipping is fucking up how some of yall consume media and i mean it

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just saw someone say they were "hyperfixated" on cooking with seasonal squash i love that nothing means anything

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Perceptor being absolutely precious for almost two minutes Compilation

Ok I know Prime wars trilogy is kind of ugly and boring BUT

YOU NEED to see it's version of Peceptor HE'S SUCH A CUTE LITTLE GOOBER GUYS just look at him

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attack! kill!

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It’s day 3 of TF Rare Pairing Fest! I was prompted to write Astrotrain/Dead End/Perceptor, and I went with “Most Funnest Date Ever” but don’t be fooled—the only one having fun here is Astrotrain. And shoutout to this post for inspiring the plot(?) of this fic lol.

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“ASTROTRAIN!”

Over the long, unfortunate astrocycles of their forced partnership, which eventually transformed into their slightly less forced but no less unfortunate relationship, Astrotrain has heard Dead End yell his designation in countless different ways. All of them range in between mild irritation and aggravated fury, and all of them are glorious.

But this particular inflection—this exact combination of sheer indignation and incandescent rage—may be Astrotrain’s new favourite.

He bends down, craning his neck to peer at Dead End and pasting on the giant grin he knows annoys him the most. “Something wrong, Dead End?” 

Dead End glares at him, white optics blazing. “Let us out!”

Astrotrain raises his free servo and taps his digits against the bars. The metallic chimes resound across the mostly empty street, though Astrotrain catches a few double takes from passerby looking around for the source of the angry yells. “But today is my pick for date night.”

“Locking us in a cage,” hisses Dead End, “is not an appropriate date!”

(read the rest on ao3!)