#'neigh motherfucker'

[tomcat-radio]

Sorry for the inactivity here are some horses

[boy-armageddon]

have any of you guys seen that vid where johnny’s like “come here and let me kiss you you fucking piece of shit” or smth and in the back you can clearly hear soemone scream “johnny I love you!!!!!!!!”….. It’s gr8. It’s so gr8

[chazz-is-a-zelda-fan]

gold, unown prince and son of mcr

okay i dont remember sayinh this one but it sounds like me so we'll roll w it

[aarafox]

Become the guy on the horse

hey historians was there really a guy on a horse going ' the british are coming' back in the day?

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Ik this is probably a rlly weird request but could you write about Megatron purposely attempting to get thundercracker and skywarp killed?

Probs for like better control over starscream of smth like that?

I know you probably wanted angst but I could only see this as a chance for Starscream to be the badass motherfucker that he is

To Make An Enemy

Words: 870

“What did you do?”

Megatron’s expression remained imperturbable, helm slowly cocking to the side. “Whatever are you babbling about Starscream?” He looked so high and mighty on that throne of his.

“My trine, Megatron. Novastorm’s trine just returned with them both.” The seeker’s lowered wings feign calm and he watches with great displeasure as a smile crosses the warlord’s face. “They were both close to red lining from energon loss, found under rubble near an Autobot outpost.”

“You sent your seekers to patrol an off limits zone?” Starscream wishes he could gouge Megatron’s optics out.

“You had told me that Thundercracker and Skywarp were to be sent to an off-planet station, not buried beneath rubble and left to die.” His wings twitch, the force he’s using to hold them down straining his hinges. “Were you planning to tell me their sparks flickered out on the way to the station or were you going to announce their would have been demise was your doing? Hm? Would you have painted me as lucky that it were them and not me?”

“Do not put such actions on me, Starscream.” Megatron’s voice is firm, optics narrowing down from his throne. “I don’t know why you bother with such company, neither of them are competent.”

Oh how Starscream feels his wires burn.

“Then perhaps I should take my company elsewhere.” The SIC straightens his back strut, wings shifting upward form their downward position. He takes great pride in hearing Megatron’s servo claw the edge of his throne, watching the warlord sit up. Good, that’s exactly what Starscream wants.

“And where exactly would you go?” The leader’s voice is challenging.

“There are several options.” Starscream responds, turning his helm to peer at his digits. He extends his claws, taking a moment to admire them just to piss Megatron off. “There are many seekers with the neutrals, I’m sure many of my seekers would be happy to reunite with their families.”

Megatron’s expression appears weary and Starscream finally looks back up from his servo, shifting his weight onto one pede. “The Autobots are also a decent choice.”

The leader shoots out of his throne, pedes slamming against the floor as he starts for the SIC.

He opens his intake to yell only to be stopped by the nose cone of Starscream’s missile pressing directly against his denta. The seeker snarls at him, stepping forward to purposefully shove the missile into his intake.

“One wrong move and I’ll blast that oversized helm of yours back to the All Spark.”

Megatron doesn’t move, he only glances at his surrounding soldiers and TIC. Soundwave doesn’t look away from his systems but he notes the way Ravage is staring him down.

A thought crosses his mind.

Starscream thrusts his arm forward, knocking Megatron back slightly. “Don’t you even think of trying to get out of this with that fusion cannon of yours. My missiles fire faster than your stupid little cannon charges.”

He preens at the expression Megatron gives him, a smile tugging at the corners.

He takes a step forward, pushing Megatron back despite their size difference. Starscream’s expression is neigh unreadable to the leader but the few seekers in the room seem to be watching with interest. Wings twitch and helms cock.

“A good leader doesn’t kill off his soldiers just because they’re not trained for a fight.” Starscream’s voice gathers his attention, his movements forcing Megatron to his knees. “We are at war, not fighting in the pits. You may be a gladiator but we are not warriors, you have a many civil mech here and should you wish to eradicate those who were not made to fight you would lose half your army to your own hands and the other half to rebellion.”

The seekers wings twitch, optics watching Megatron’s expression. “Not to mention you have made an attempt on my trine’s sparks, therefore an attempt on my own. Give me one good reason not to-“

“Starscream: would gain nothing from killing Lord Megatron.” Soundwave’s voice sounds from the side, gathering the Winglord’s attention.

“Wrong, I would gain much satisfaction from snuffing his pathetic spark.”

The response is met with silence as Starscream’s optics meet Soundwave’s visor. There’s a moment where Megatron actually believes Soundwave would allow Starscream to continue.

And then the seeker exvents, turning his attention back to their leader. His optics narrow before his other servo moves forward, sharp claws twitching over his chassis. It’s the only warning he gets before his sensors flag pain.

The seekers sharp talon drags along his chassis, purposely digging into the metal. The intent to leave a mark hangs just as open as the fresh wound.

“There, nothing compared to what you let my trine go through but at least if you misbehave again I know where to aim.” Starscream’s voice coos, pulling his missile from Megatron’s intake. “Now enough gawking! Don’t you all have patrols to get to?”

The surrounding mechs, seekers included, scatter and Starscream gives Megatron one last leer before he too leaves the room, thrusters purposefully clicking against the floor.

“Suggestion: do not make Starscream an enemy.”

Megatron doesn’t respond to Soundwave, lifting himself off his knees as he eyes the exit of the room.

He carefully rubs the newly carved mark that sits above his spark chamber.

[chungledown-bimothy]

GERARD NEIGH?????

Motherfucker you can't drop something like that immediately after how the episode ended oh my god

[melbatron5000]

LOL

no ᴅʏɪɴɢ enough 𝔻𝕐𝕀ℕ𝔾 🇳‌🇴‌! 🇲‌🇴‌🇷‌🇪‌! 🇩‌🇾‌🇮‌🇳‌'! No more 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧'! 𝔻𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 is just it's just ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ωяσиg nahhhhh ɴᴇɢʜʜʜʜ i sound like a gσαт 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙷 𝔒 𝔉𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫

[yyamask]

"NEIGH, MOTHERFUCKER!!"

[lazywitchling]

Me, drawing my latest isometric room: “Wow, this one is cool! Hey, maybe I could post the drawing timelapse when I finish it…”

Me, watching the timelapse and realizing the first five minutes are me fucking around with brushes, causing a lot of screen flashing, and one big doodle of a horse with the caption “NEIGH MOTHERFUCKER”: “Hmm. Maybe not.”

[textingaboutprometheus]

Speaking of being in good hands, if L doesn’t have any kids of his own I can definitely see him embracing the role of rich gay uncle buying his way to the spot as all of their favourite. Rolling up to Charlie’s 16th with a truck, that kind of thing.

Big “didn’t ask the parents first” energy. Lisette likes horses? Neigh neigh motherfucker, mazel tov.

Neigh neigh motherfucker made me laugh a lot.

[pjisskullourful]

ok but thomas buys a power pony for little cosmo& everyone takes turns testing it. y/n goes to put cosmo down for a nap, comes back& the others are building an obstacle course to test their pony riding skills

overall the adults get more use out of the pony than cosmo does

once the twins are old enough& maybe the product has had updates since then, they are a gifted a pony each. they race a little bit but the grownups are more competitive/interested in following through with the races

& just crashing into walls, setting a terrible example for the kids etc

thomas making vroom vroom noises as he races& cosmo saying 'no its a horse', so then thomas switches to neiiiigghhhh. when the kids are out of the room,it graduates to 'neigh motherfuckers'

everytime one of the parents is like 'these things take up so much space, can we get rid of them?', only to have the others respond like kids 'no you cant, we still love them/use them all the time'

[pokemonleagueofficial]

You had a helluva childhood huh? What IS the most dangerous thing you stumbled upon as a kid?

when I was maybe 16, I ran off to start my unova gym challenge bc I thought it'd make me more viable for like, being promoted over my parents bc y'know trauma and whatever

so I get like, three badges right? I'm like hell yeah this rules I'm gonna beat the shit outta alder and then come back with the boys and beat him up again. so I'm going through some woods behind this little town somewhere (I think it was like, just establishing itself? I got SOOOOOO lost LOL I had to get picked up by my buddies in plasma bc I was so Lost) and I see this huge weird rock and I'm like uhh ok. I walk towards it, hoping it's someone's like, modern art project gone feral in the woods and there's this little weird looking blue-haired blitzle. it wasn't black and white even it was like... cream or peach colored idfk. the dude looks over at me and immediately drops into that horse pokemon I'm About To Beat Your Ass stance. had a horn like a rapidash so I was preeeeeeetty scared. so I'm like "hey lil man don't gore me with your big horn" and it was like "huff huff neigh (I'm about to gore you with my horn)" so I immediately drop the sandwich I was carrying anf BOLT. I'm talking fastest my long ass legs have ever run. I'm taking gaits that electric type speedsters beg for. I'm thinking "man this My Little Ponyta lookin motherfucker is gonna gore my ass!!!!"

so I ran alllll the way back to that lil town and I was like "do y'all have a My Little Ponyta infestation" and they were like "... ... (Obviously looks at my white, light blue, and black color scheme with my bright orange hair) no" and then I Went Home

[thechaoticgrey]

shit my boyfriend said while playing red dead redemption

“if my hands are very...talented, thank red dead”

“its a big big world out there...hi grey :3″

“awe my horse’s stamina is running out :(”

“dont fucking neigh at me motherfucker”

“oh thats a good jump right there”

“whats that in the fucking trees...thats- thats the post office”

“fuckin angry ass fuckin horse”

“now ive got to chase the fucking cyote”

“calm down buckaroo”

[nyxx-shade13]

Yo...

As some who did work at a movie theater until recently...

PICK YOUR BIG TRASH UP MOTHERFUCKERS!!

When I had to usher, I hated going into theaters and finding Candy bags/boxes, cups, popcorn bags etc. thrown around on top of spilled food, tickets abd drinks...

All I ask..neigh BEG. Is that people pick up the big shit. Not the individual fallen pieces of Popcorn and candy of course. But just...We have Trash cans for a reason.

[short-black-diamond]

Neigh🐎

NEIGH NEIGH MOTHERFUCKER🐴🐎🦄

[marzipanandminutiae]

sometimes I hate how much modern clothing is determined to show women’s bodies

like if it’s not skimpy, it’s skin-tight- leggings, skinny jeans, bodycon dresses, etc.

doing historical costuming has made me hyper-aware of just how “on display” my body is when I’m wearing normal modern outfits, and it affects my behavior. don’t bend over to pick things up at work because men will stare at your ass. sit differently so you don’t show stomach rolls. a guy running a pop-up stand next to my shop commented so much on how I had “great legs” that I didn’t wear leggings and skirts- one of my favorite winter outfit combinations -for the rest of the season

there’s a certain freedom in medium-to-long skirts and skirt supports, I find: the freedom to define what people see of my body. men won’t stop being creepy no matter what women wear, but I like that kind of dramatic body re-framing. you don’t get to see my legs and hips, Creepy Guys. you get to see a massive bell skirt, or a bustle, or an upended trumpet flower shape. my body is to be seen only by those I’ve chosen to trust, not the world at large

of course, empowerment is different for different women. some feel comfortable and powerful showing as much of their shape as possible, and I applaud them in doing exactly that. what pisses me off is the pressure from the fashion industry for all of us to be empowered by the same thing...a thing that just so happens to tie in with the diet industry and the cosmetics industry. it’s easier to sell the idea that you have to be hairless and smooth and thin and blemish-free when it’s all on display

sometimes I just wish I could go about in a hoop skirt and a t-shirt that says “fuck off” in delicate script