#I’m so good at this

[gluedfromkeys]

first tumblr post ever !! :3

[spy-light]

Answer the question, Rodger… It seems both Brightney and me are curious!

-Anonymous Anon with a Very Anonymous Name

“However, nothing that Brightney does could compare to what messes I see in my cases. Even if it’s something she’s doing something she shouldn’t.”

[beanzismyname]

Guys how fire is my writing

[intofree]

Hypothetically if I make a sort of dd2 wiki for a class what type of stuff do the gamers here think I should add

[quibble-auk]

@thebrokenmechanicalpencil

This was supposed to be something else but I’ve been having a thought run around my head for too long and I just had to get it out. This happens before Sunrazor runs into Valkyrie, she’s just always had anger issues.

It’s kinda short but idk where to go from here. I’ll probably pick this up later.

Sunrazor looses her temper.

—

Sunrazor had almost groaned when she had received the message, she was moving to another base. Again. She had just finished building up an outpost and just like before, she wouldn’t be allowed to reap the reward from it. But she had listened anyway. The large golden mech had arrived on the assigned base a few days ago, quickly getting herself and her team settled.

This location was already built, she wouldn’t need to deal with whining construction mechs and unorganized ranks. Sunrazor was here as support, the commanding officer had been killed in a recent battle and she was acting as the base's CO until they found a more permanent solution. It was a waste of her skill, she knew it, Torrent did too. She wasn’t stupid, she knew a punishment when she saw it—even if it wasn’t an extreme one. It was more of a warning.

The large mech had gotten a little carried away at the last base. She really hadn’t meant to lash out so much, but she had never been surrounded by so many helpless, whining fools before. Sunrazor wanted results and she was going to get them, one way or another. If a few of those mechs died then it wasn’t her problem. But more than a few mechs died. A lot did. More than what high command saw as acceptable.

She huffed, plates flaring as she stalked through the dim halls. The few mechs around scattered to get out of her way, not daring to make eye contact or draw attention to themselves. It never stopped them from staring though, everyone always stared. They tried to be discreet about it but she could feel their looming gazes, Sunrazor had learned to ignore it. They were not used to seeing a mech of her stature and power, it was expected for them to stare and gawk at her. She was built to intimidate and threaten, make people submit to her will and obey.

Sunrazor turned a corner, the bots in this hallway quickly scattering to the sides, trying to make themselves look busy. She almost rolled her eyes, they were all weak. The golden mech ignored as her hud provided her with another stress warning. She held herself straighter, chin lifted and shoulders rolled back, her hands held in firm fists at her sides as he confidently strode through the corridor. She kept her own gaze forward, not bothering to look at anyone else.

Behind her two mechs followed, Volley and Overstrike. The two other Decepticons almost never left her side, the two members of her carefully crafted team that were ever present. Overstrike—a large seeker—was the only one who seemed to never tire of Sunrazor’s presence. Volley—a rather tall and broad Praxian—on the other hand was obligated to follow her, reporting any anomalies in her behavior to Him as he tried to advise her.

Really, it felt a bit unnecessary for them to accompany her around the base. She was only going to the training room to blow off some steam. Most bots cleared the room when she showed up so there wasn’t a high likelihood of there being an incident. But the two insisted they go with her, “just in case.” Sunrazor felt her jaw tighten, annoyance turning to irritation. Her plating flared slightly as she turned another corner, vents hissing hot air as she kept herself reigned in. The sooner she got to the training room the better.

She turned the corner sharply—too sharply. There was someone there, the two of them reacted quickly, each realizing what was about to happen though the momentum of their heavy frames making their fate inescapable. The impact slammed into her midsection and chestplate, a solid force that should’ve barely moved her, but her legs faltered.

Sunrazor probably wouldn't have stumbled if it hadn’t been for the awkward internal supports in her legs that she was still adjusting to. Her base protoform wasn’t strong enough to carry all of the extra weight, and the internal supports only lasted so long until they buckled under the pressure and strain of keeping her moving. Torrent had just had them replaced.

The commander hissed, vents flaring, as she caught herself. Her engine growling and revving as she regained her balance. She did not fall, but the stumble alone was unacceptable. Overstrike nearly collided into her from behind, only barely correcting her course. Volley simply halted, watching with his usual unreadable stare. No one else in the corridor moved, the space going deathly silent and still as everyone watched.

“Oh slag! I am so sorry! I didn’t–” The mech she had run into began, nearly falling over himself. He struggled to regain her balance. He shook his head—no doubt having had it impact harshly with her bush guard—as he looked at her. His words died off. His eyes flickered wide, his entire frame locking up as though he’d just glimpsed a ghost.

The larger golden mech reared angrily, teeth bore dangerously as her scowl locked onto the idiot that had dared to get in her way. Her plating flared and trembled with barely contained rage, her shoulders hunching over as she looked down at the other. Her vents and breathing were hot and heavy, hands flexing slightly as she fought the urge to sink her claws into him. Her voice was a low growl, promising violence and pain, “Who the hell are you?”

Volley watched her carefully, expression neutral. Overstrike glared at the mech who was still struggling to form words. The two knew better than to get involved, leaving the defenceless mech at her mercy. No one else dared to try and step between the two.

The mech—a guardian frame—continued to open his mouth though no words were formed. He shook his head, something haunting his expression. His wide eyes examining her face, something like disbelief mixing with his terror. His breath hitched again. He looked like he was on the verge of breaking down already, it was a pathetic display of cowardice.

Sunrazor didn't have the patience or time for this. She advanced, the smaller mech stumbled backwards until he collided harshly with a wall. Sunrazor loomed over him, close enough that she could feel the hot air his vents were expelling. His plating trembled, pressing into himself as stared at her with wide eyes.

“I asked you a question, dammit!” Her voice surged, sharp and cutting. Getting louder as she demanded an answer from the pathetic excuse of a Decepticon.

His vents hitched, expelling ragged bursts of hot air as if his system couldn’t keep up with the stress. His hands twitched at his sides, halfway to raising in surrender before he realized—too late—it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t fast enough to escape. His back pressed hard against the wall, his trembling frame pinned more by instinct than by force. The smaller mech opened his mouth to speak but only half formed words seemed to escape him.

Her body shook slightly as she watched him continue to stumble over words, mumbling gibberish. Sunrazor’s clawed fist met the wall behind him, his head just a few inches from where her fist impacted. She felt the wall give way slightly, not enough to damage the metal, but it groaned as it was struck. The impact rattled through the smaller mechs frame, the sound vibrating through him. They shrunk even more, a terror filled cry escaping his mouth as he flinched away violently.

She hunched down even lower, invading what little personal space the other had left. Her plating flaring even more as her body struggled to regulate its own temperature. Sunrazor let her engine growl idly, as she leaned her head closer to him, staring into his fear filled eyes. Her jaw set and teeth bared so tightly it ached.

“Make me repeat myself and see what happens,” Sunrazor’s tone became quieter, not losing any intensity or anger as it lowered, “Answer. The fragging. Question.”

Finally the worthless mech spoke, a single name escaping his tight throat. The guardian’s voice was broken and barely above a whisper as he trembled,

“Powercase.”

[mimi-from-heaven]

That was it.

Hours spent on feeding his imagination.

The days he spends reading.

The words burned into his heart and soul.

It was never welcomed.

So he'd sit for hours.

Not caring for the strange looks he got.

He was in a world of his own.

A world of words and pages.

He dreaded the day the last chapter was there to stare him in the face.

He, too attached, left it when it was just right.

The memories of the days he'd spent came crashing down.

So he wept and wept.

But there he was again into another world of pain and love.

Just like the last, he left it when it was just right.

He was a coward who couldn't dare to face the last page.

So he stopped when he smiled more than ever.

There was never an end.

The memories lived in his heart and mind.

That was it.

[deathofdolls]

I have brought yet another masterpiece to my Tumblr

[lifenconcepts]

so there are 4 people we will be calling S (my crush), O (my best friend), J (one of my friends) and L (another one of my friends)

with S its pretty easy because she doesn't like me back and I'm not sure if I still like her

O is a bit more complicated because she's my best friend and we sometimes act romantically and shit but I might be overreacting and I do not see her in that way completely

but the problem comes w J and L

because lately J and I have been idk like kissing and cuddling and flirting lately but he says its jokingly but maybe in a future he could end up liking me so gdhvrkb

an L just kinda confessed to me today but she said that she's absolute shit in a relationship and that she doesn't know if she likes me or is just interested in me and that there is a girl that likes her a lot so she doesn't know if she's dating the other girl and doesn't want to cheat or anything

and L and J are in the same friend group so she started her confession (?) with an "I don't wanna ruin what J and you have going on but..." so it's like DGSBDJW because he's not even dating me and ppl already take it as if it would be cheating for me to go out with them :[

what should I doshskdojsdj

Honestly that’s crazy balls but like.. my true and best advice is litterally to not worry about relationships. :,) idk how old you are but usually in the 10-14 range you begin to think that having relstionships is important and what not but I assure you that most connections won’t really blossom into a full blown love, and I’ve seen people passionately admit they are inlove only to fall out after school and shit. If you are made to decide for whatever reason, truly look into the depths of your heart - do you want this? Are you genuinely feeling fulfilled or searching for being able to fit in or fulfil expectations? I ain’t entirely sure on your bonds with your friends but if they’re close enough to be a relationship, then try take baby steps at the very least, and don’t rush anything for sure, things will likely pan out in the way they need to eventually. Silly dreams and fantasises are absolutely wonderful and great but I say don’t think too much on that aspect as they aren’t all too meaningful. I mean, friendships can last ages! I’m still friends with a few people from a whilleeee ago + haunted in my dreams by two, but relationships? Overfuckingrated. Feel free to cuddle and kiss whoever but don’t rush with labels, if you’re unsure, just take it as a no! Take it from me, who was convinced I was hyper sexual before finding out that.. Woopsies! I’m aroace! (Flux) so also like.. don’t take this too seriously, but I’ve got some experience. it’s better to miss out in an opportunity than to dwell in an unwanted one and wonder how to get out of it. TRUST ME it ain’t worth it to try force yourself to do anything! Trust your gut, and if you’re genuinely unsure and confused, then just don’t do anything. Forget about what others expect or think of you, you ain’t living for them! Especially when it comes to something as intimate as a partner, only you and they get to decide what goes on, not some third party.

[appallingblu]

Finally uploaded another chapter of my fic. Feeling epic.

[doctorrrmobius]

So I shouldn’t have ate 7 boxes because I’m feeling really smart right now, but but I’m also pretty sure that my brain is actually breaking apart my skull somehow

Well, not only are you clearly very intelligent, as mentats are known for their mind-enhancing properties, but your elevated mentats intake does appear to be increasing the rate of braincell regeneration. I see no possible downsides to this development. In fact, you should continue taking at least 10 boxes of mentats a day... for science. It will surely only bring about more good... yeah.

[rekistar]

throwback to when i managed to make this all by myself in food studies (it has cleaner spray in it btw)

[tobylove1113]

My first edit

[saint-augustines-pears]

I never beat Minecraft BUT I did get all the badges for bowling in wii sports resorts

[allieinarden]

No-context Futurama spoilers:

[pekasairroc]

I was going to make a post about it but confirmed my own contact tracing at work and I knew it was from the lady coughing without a mask.

[rainswept]

looking back on my furina playlist after doing the archon quest is so funny bc i picked a song almost purely based on vibes and it turned out to be insanely accurate