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Stray Dog Strut (status post)

It felt like eons since Astrotrain had last allowed himself to wander.

Everyone had been clamoring to keep him, like a stray turbohound found in a back alley. And for a while, he let himself be drawn into that idea, of being kept and taken care of, of being loved.

But you can’t take the space out of a shuttle, and space was calling to him now.

It didn’t care where his loyalties lie, how much it would hurt to leave them behind. It was an ancient pull, deep in his weakened spark and his corrupted drives, starlight written into his very code - and to disobey it would be crazier than anything he’d done planetside.

With spacebridge technology, he realized, he could wander farther. There was a multiverse at his fingertips instead of just a universe. He could go anywhere he wanted to go, explore anywhere he wanted to explore, and he’d likely die long before he saw the whole of it.. assuming of course, he was allowed to die.

At this point, he felt damn well invincible.

Spaceflight protocols were already beginning to activate, an old, warm thrumming in his frame like the embrace of a lover he hadn’t seen in ages. He could feel what he hoped wasn’t rust shedding from his body, inside and out. He had slept for so long, and now it was time to stretch his wings.

He left a simple message where friends and loved ones could see it, one word in a familiar drunken scrawl:

goodbye.

((you may have already noticed, but this blog is p much dead

however, i’m not going to kill off the spacebus - you have my permission to have him hang out w/ you in your universe, use him for a fill in the blank “weird shit of the week”, or other such nonsense. if u know him you’re allowed to react to this post if u want

my interest in TF is pretty much dead too, so i probably won’t revive him, but the blog is staying up til tumblr dies bc that’s how we roll

if you wanna see more of my writing, i’ve been hyperfixating here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/cyanideinsomnia/works - i included some of the old spacebus porns on there

see u space cowboy))

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the people cannot get ENOUGH of Big Boy 4014....

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are u insane like me, been in pain like me, can transform into a shuttle or a train like me

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I’d still climb him like a squirrel

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/the train blanket purrs but doesn’t move/

caaaaake

/it's 6pm time for your birthday train flattening, his present is gravity and himself/

YES ASTRO HONEY...

Oh! Oh, speaking of pancakes, do you want a piece of birthday cake?

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Really, this is all I can think about every time I see Banana Bus 

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people are allowed to leave you. people are allowed to break up with you. people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you. people are allowed to not want to talk to you. people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you. people are allowed to move on from you. people are allowed to fall in love with someone else. people are allowed to not want you in their life. people are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love. don’t be bitter towards someone who is only trying to be happy.

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No matter how debonair, charming, or stoic they may seem - your Muse must have walked into a wall or door at least once in their life.

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