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This is perfect! Yess!

Ratchet and Optimus: *chatting*

Bumblebee: *jumps into Ratchet's backpack*

Ratchet: "Bumblebee, what did I say about playing hide-and-seek in my backpack?"

Bumblebee: "I'm not playing hide-and-seek, I'm hiding from my team so I can have peace of mind for once in my life."

Bumblebee: *moment of realization*

Bumblebee: "Wait, is this why you two would randomly disappear and no one could find either of you after hours of searching?"

Ratchet and Optimus: "Yes."

Bumblebee: "Oh."

Optimus: "I told you he would understand one day."

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Why is this so accurate?

Optimus: What time do you usually go to sleep?

Ratchet: Whenever I collapse is entirely up to Primus.

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Yes, just yes.

Ratchet in TFP gives off the exact energy of, “I’ll heal you but never forget I could absolutely fuck you up.”

Like this:

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Overworked Ratchet

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Caring Ratchet HC

Ratchet is the type of person to complain and say he hates everyone but is underneath the biggest softie ever.

Whenever the children are having a sleepover at the base he constantly checks on their vitals once they fall asleep.

If they fall asleep around base he will carefully pick them up and bring them to the human area and tuck them in

Speaking of carrying if Ratchet carries one of the kids however rare that may be, his spark hums louder like he comfort a youngling.

Ratchet may an appear ruff around the edges especially with the children, but that is mostly because he is afraid of getting attached again.

Even before the war Ratchets favourite patients were the young of their spices. So before he became a renowned doctor/scientist on Cybertron he worked as the cybertronian equivalent of an paediatrician

There exists a singular photo of just Ratchet and all the kids, everyone thought Ratchet threw it away but in reality he keeps it in his subspace and treasures it more than anything.

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Yes, this is the perfect description of that grumpy old man with a heart of gold.

tfa ratchet and tfp ratchet hold a special place in my heart. they are so exasperated and DONE and old and OVER IT. they are TIRED of fixing friends and loved ones only to send them back out to get hurt once more on the battlefield, all because some Idiots can’t get their heads out of their asses and have a goddamn conversation. he’s a medic and a healer, not a soldier or politician. his main goal in life is to do everything in his power to safeguard the wellbeing of whoever is in front of him, and the war makes this impossible, and he is burnt the fuck out and bitter beyond words. he loves so much, and the war punishes him for having that heart, and the end result is an old ornery dude who refrains from going full alcoholic only because his devotion to his duty as a medic is even greater than the despair

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Newt the kitten honoring his ancestors by fighting the Christmas tree.

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My roommates kitten Newt is running around in his little sweater.

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Thursday throwback to when I had a tiny witches hat and my sweet cat endured me taking pictures of her wearing it.

Happy Halloween 👻🎃

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The fearsome Lion has been captured and contained. Much to his displeasure.

AKA my roommate got her eight week old foster kitten a play pen after her learned how to escape the box we had him in.

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I sometimes go back to read stories that I have lost motivation or momentum on and get invested in writing in all over again. Other times I just read my own stories as a reminder that yeah, I'm okay at this whole writing thing.

sometimes I remember how embarrassing it is to be sooo earnest about my original ideas and putting myself out there and feeling confident in my creations etc, but then I remember how joy is fleeting and if you have a chance to celebrate your own imagination do it with gusto, because dreams come and go but yaoi is forever 🫶

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He played so hard he fell asleep.

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My roommate is now officially fostering Newt. He is a (literal) handful. He prefers his box or the couch because at eight weeks old the world is very big and scary.

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My sweet, beautiful, nineteen year old Shadow died this morning. So I probably won't be posting for a while. Shadow has been with me since I was nine. I have and will always love her.

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My roommate found a kitten last night. We threw together an enclosure from what we had around the apartment in under ten minutes. If the little guy doesn't belong to anyone we're going to keep him.

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Me helping my eight month pregnant sister get her house clean so she and her husband will list it. The two of us are getting what we can do e and her husband will do what we can't during his time off.

Her coming down the stairs to find me sitting on the couch for a minute after my task was done and waiting for the next one, "Are you okay?"

Me *back, legs and other joint letting the pain of my auto immune desease scream at me that I am not* smiles, "I'm fine. What's next?"

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As someone with both autism and light sensitivity I am in love with this! It is fantastic. And I love how Angel Crowley is not forcing Zira to meet the standards others (Gabriel and Michael) saw. Instead he sees the problem, finds a gentle way to solve it, and verifies what Zira is feeling.

you give me cover from it all, but you're the brightest thing here