#You cant have a prime looking like any old bot

[depressedtheaterchild]

The Matrix

i just wanna know who gave tfp optimus the right to have such a slutty little waist

[squidthesquidd]

Do you Have any more headcanons about your chronically ill Orion 💙 ❤️

hell yeah its yapping time

So like ive said, his cooling and ventilation systems have really never worked, so he overheats very easily. smoke just pouring out his mouth. On good days he would just have to lay down and rub some cold dirt on himself and he'd be set in a few minutes , but on his bad days? he could be incapacitated for hours, and even the whole day and a bit of the next. Because of the overheating, sometimes the energon in his tanks would literally start boiling, and his body would make him purge it as to not harm his internals even more (it comes out kinda black. looks like fucked up oil). aaand of course, his systems aren’t just magically fixed when he becomes optimus. in some ways he even gets worse. Now, along with the constant overheating, theres now the issue of the matrix messing with his body.

in this universe, the matrix works a liiiittle but differently. Its not supposed to be physically held by a bot, and instead is supposed to be held my primus while the primes have parts of its energy inside of them. but since primus has grown weaker and the matrix is old and damaged, it can no longer separate itself into energy, and must be physically held by a prime now. But since the matrix isn’t made to be actually inside someone, its causes a lot of issues. Optimus now has to deal with constant chest pain from the matrix just fucking up, but also joint and transformation seam pain because of the weirdass anatomy he has now. Some days he cant do anything but writhe around on the ground in pain. poor guy. blasts him with my whump lasers <3

alsooooo heres some doodles of Orion having the worst time!!!!! this ask activated my brain lol

[cybertronian-cupid]

ur doin primus's work tysm. would u mind writing some dumb mutual pining between reader and tfa blurr? reader cant believe anybody would ever be drawn to them and blurrs too anxious, but literally everyone else can see it

Mutual pinning eh? *sits down with a bowl of popcorn, grinning* This is so duuuuuuumbbbb JUST KISS ALREADY!

It was great fun writing though, Blurr is such a sweetie ~Gregoria🏩

This was absolutely adorable. Love me some good mutual pining uwu~Mila💟

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His gorgeous blue paint is spotless and he is clearly giving a detailed report to a very confused and overwhelmed Optimus. They sigh for what feels like a millionth time, their fondness only growing as they watch the not-so-secret secret agent pacing and gesturing.

He is so cute.

“So, you and Zippy huh?”

Bee waggles his brows at the human, who’s been staring at the blue speedster ever since he returned from the scouting mission. They throw him a side-eyed glare.

“His name is not Zippy, Bee. Stop calling him that.”

The yellow bot raises his hands in mock surrender: “Fine, fine, I just thought you’d give the bot a nickname by now.”

They squint at him, not sure if this is supposed to be a prank by him and Sari, or if they really are missing something.

“Why would I do that?”

Unexpectedly, Ratchet pipes up from the couch “Kid, you’ve been making goo goo eyes at him all day. Even before that, in fact!"

They sputter "Have not!"

The old medic continues, "And! You nearly asked him on a date that one time,” he grumbles half under his breath, "and he won't shut up about you during his check-ups."

"Why don't you just go to him now?" Bulkhead offers as they shuffle their feet.

"He's… Busy."

Ratchet feels like his age has doubled just from listening to this same excuse time and time again.

"Kid."

"Very busy! His antenna is twitching in that pattern again, see! Which means he's clearly talking about something important! And-" they falter for a moment, sneaking a glance at him and looking away the moment they realize he's looking in their direction too.

"And, well, he's miles out of my league anyway! He's got all this work to do and he'd be better off with someone… Someone… " they don't want to voice their doubts, since the others always laugh and tease them about it.

Don't want to think about what lucky bot will catch the Agents optics and make him smile. What kind of someone he will actually notice.

"Someone who isn't a chicken?" Prowl states, materializing on the scene in that incredible Prowl-way of his.

Ratchet barks out a laugh, while Bulkhead and Bee both let out a half hushed OOOOOOOO.

"What did you just call me?"

Prowl gets close in their face and repeats matter-of-factly,

"A chicken. A domesticated fowl, that you humans associate with cowardice. Does that ring a bell?"

They glare at him, their reflection in his visor only cementing their decision.

"I'll show you chicken," they grumble and start walking towards the other side of the hangar. They are going to get there! And they'll ask Blurr on a date, and NOTHING will stop them.

…..

"Blurr, I think any type of flowers will be fine-"

"But what if they don't like flowers at all but bouquets are the usual way humans court each other, I have, however, also observed they trade each other sweets that can sometimes contain flowers however certain types of these are or should be poisonous to them and yet they still consume them and are fine while the others can seriously injure them so what if they think I am not being sincere and what if they get offended or if the flowers I pick hold the wrong meaning or are a wrong color or whatiftheyareallergicandtheyhaveareactionand-"

"Blurr they aren't allergic, Sari made them a flower crown last week. You can ask her and the professor about what is and isn't harmful to organics."

The race car stops in his tracks, his optics refocusing on the Primes face.

"Oh," he clears his voice box, his movements stilling and his back straightening.

"Well then, thank you for clarifying Optimus Prime, it seems my concerns were unnecessary."

Optimus breathes a sigh, hoping, praying to the Allspark even, that this is going to be it for today. Blurr has been coming to him for advice on how to approach their friend under the guise of submitting reports on Decepticon sightings. At the rate of the information and misinformation both the human media and many contradicting sources provided, the agent managed to work himself up into such a frenzy, Optimus would rather be fighting Decepticons at this rate.

Instead, he has resigned to trying to help the Secret Agent navigate the confusing rituals of Earthling courtship… despite the fact he himself has only learned what he knows from Sari and her own somewhat limited knowledge.

"Why don't you just go and ask them?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean no disrespect, Sir, but unless you go and ask them on 'a date', you won't be able to learn what they like. It will just be guessing."

"I am well aware of that Optimus but I cannot simply walk up to them and go-"

"Hi, umm, Blurr right?"

The Agents head turns in the direction of the voice speaking, and spots the human in question standing a safe distance from Prime and himself. They look so- They are so-

Optimus places a hand on the Agents shoulder plate and squeezes once "I think you can take it from here Agent,"

And just like that, he walks to the other side of the hangar, where the rest of his team is holding their breath, pretending like they aren't paying any attention to the two lovestruck disasters.

With Blurr, staring at them, like a giant blue deer caught in the headlights.

"Hi," shoots past his vocalizer so fast it's barely a word.

"I, well you see I was wondering if," and the human keeps averting their gaze and fidgeting in place, they look adorable, stunning, breathtaking, showstopping, how can an organic make him feel like he's in a high speed chase, like he's soaring through the sky, light on his pedes, head in the clouds. He forgets his left from his right and they make him want to spin and spin and spin in circles with them in his seat so he can hear them laugh when he races and wins for them and they look at him with those precious twinkle in their eyes-

"So, ummm, you've been awfully quiet there… Agent? What, what do you say?"

Scrap, he zoned out again.

His vocalizer clicks on and off as he tries to form a reply, his optics darting anywhere but the human before him.

"Well, you see, I, well I cannot recall what you've told me because your eyes are incredibly distracting and I mean this in the best of ways, they are very pretty, the way the light reflects in them when you stand in the sunlight makes my joints want to buckle from how lovely and handsome and cute and adorable and gorgeous and and and, and you are making my processor spin with the many associations it connects with you, so I may not recall what you've said, but I would very much like to ask you out on a date so. Will you go out on a date with me? "

Blurr wanted to convey all this in a way they would be able to understand him, while he somewhat calms his own nerves.

Instead, what made it past his vocalizer was a very fast, pitched up ringing. He slapped a servo over his mouth, energon rushing to his cheeks. They make him act like a foolish cadet!

“Is that, er, yes?”

[etherian-affairs]

Wow more than one post in a single day.

A return to my old cyborg entrapta concept! I love this headcanon dearly.

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Entrapta could feel her left hand twitching. It felt off. Likely took a hit during the grand final battle. Maybe Prime managed to get it somehow? He did kind of throw manhandle her while he was possessing Hordak. It wasn't really actively bothering her right now though, so she wasn't giving it much thought. Instead she was enjoying having Hordak back. She was enjoying all of her friends being safe. She was enjoying life for this moment.

"Entrapta, is your arm alright?" Hordak suddenly asks as they sit on a destroyed bot near everyone else. That does make her think about it.

She has been telling him all about what he'd missed while he was with Prime, and while she had paused for a moment to think about something he had apparently decided to ask the question. Entrapta blinks and glances down at her twitchy hand. "Oh! Yeah! Just got hurt a little I think! No big deal."

Hordak takes her hand almost immediately. It makes her blush slightly. She sees his brow furrow, hears him give a small hrmm. Then he begins to pull her glove off carefully. Entrapta's blush deepens. "Hordak..." She shuffles a little in her seat.

"We should diagnose any problems immediately." He says firmly, focused.

He's forgotten something though

"Woah. What?" Entrapta hears Mermista say from nearby as the glove is removed. The unpainted metal of entrapta's artificial hand glints in the light in a diffuse way.

Entrapta finds herself looking away from Mermista, she can feel the gaze of the Princess on her. Then she can feel the gaze of others too. She glances up at Hordak and in him she just sees his concern, and the gears turning as he analyzes her hand. She can still remember the first time he saw them, only a moment of surprise before he began to question her on the technicals and maintenance procedures.

He turns it over in his own hand slowly. "there's some damage." He confirms. "We'll need to get tools..." Finally he looks up and around. Noticing the small crowd that has made Entrapta shrink slightly in her seat.

Hordak blinks. "What is going on?"

He had forgotten that no one but he knows about her prosthetics.

Entrapta can feel everyone else starting to see her as even more 'other' than them now. She's never had any self image issues when it comes to her prosthetics but she has been worried about how others will act. It feels like a thing that will make things complicated, and she's bad at complicated when it comes to people. She also just doesn't like feeling like everyone sees her as different than them.

"What uh... What is that?" Mermista asks slowly, gesturing to Entrapta's hand.

Entrapta isn't sure how to answer, that's not entirely true she knows exactly how she should answer but for some reason feels like she cant. However as she herself feels awkwardness she sees Hordak glance down and then back up. He answers the question.

"Entrapta's hand." It's so very blunt. Matter of fact.

"Its artificial?" Perfuma asks curiously as she slides up beside Mermista.

Hordak gives them a look. Entrapta isn't sure what it means but knowing Hordak she can make an educated guess that he's questioning their intelligence. After all it is clearly artificial so that question does seem pretty redundant to the evidence presented to them.

Hordak's reaction is bolstering somehow. It reminds her how much she missed him. Moment by moment Entrapta feels less awkward and other, and instead feels more Entrapta. Hordak's incredible bluntness on this topic reminds her that she's her and it doesn't matter how others might see the replacement limb.

"Yep!" Entrapta chirps. "My original one blew up so I made a new one!" She grins.

Then Hordak cuts in "and if you go without repair you'll lose this one too." He chastizes with a huff.

It makes Entrapta giggle. It makes her feel good about who she is.

[nexusconjunx]

@artsy-hobbitses​: LET ME HEAR ABOUT THESE BOOTLEG MEGATRONS

LETTTSSSS GOOOO AAAAAA THIS GOT SUPER LONG I tried to list everyone I can remember and who has some backstory sdjsjdkdj

Disclaimer: I’ve only read MTMTE/LL. My knowledge about any other continuity is based on Fanfic and random tumblr meta I’ve read.

Also, in theory, all of these characters are from different universes and wouldn’t have met, if it weren’t for those meddling Lost Light shenanigans…  There is a very loose background story connecting all the different universes.

(Namely, the LL that hopped universes keeps on hopping, and because unfortunate circumstances, it keeps homing in on Megatron. This is due to their first jump landing them in a SG universe where the Decepticons lost, and the resident Starscream shoved all of his surviving companions into different universes to save them. Of course, the LL wants to help, but Starscream thought it was a VERY good idea to first get his lover leader back and messed with their technology. It stops being funny after the third time they find themselves at the hands of very a pissed and murderous war lord.)

But enough of that! They do find a few Megatrons that are a bit more chill. I wish I had pics of all of them, but alas. One day. All of them get nicknames, because else it would be very confusing.

 TFA Megatron: Codename “Juno”, he/him, far over 17 million y/o. HF age: 60 - 70

He’s from a heavily modified AU where he was constructed as a kind of middle man between the protectobot high command and the warframe army. Even back then the civilian bots didn’t like to be confronted with the people that fought their wars for them, so they build new ones. Juno is at least glad that he got a pretty face out of the deal.

He learned to fight relatively late, had been sent to the battlefield as a last resort in a loosing battle against some organic planet, and Strika saved his life. They have been best buds ever since and go through thick and thin.

After the organic wars there was a short rest period on cybertron, but soon war frames were pushed to the edges of society, the rise of Megazarak, Juno joining him, the great cybertronian war, Junos overthrowal of Megazarak, and eventually Juno lost the war, but all the Decepticons (war frames and civilian alike) retreat to a new home planet.

Juno himself is. Old, worn, but still very much at the top of his game! He never crash lands on earth, but he does end up being captured by Autobot high command, and our Lost Lighters arrive just in time for him to break out.

He, Strika and Lugnut end up hopping universes with them when the LL is attacked by the TFA autobots, and Juno is delighted by how fucking shitty every other Megatron is. He won the fucking moral high ground game by loosing the war! He has bragging rights. He might still have done terrible things, but, shush!! Let him have this.

The subsequent name change comes because he really doesn’t like being shot at. Plus, after 17 million years, its time for a rebranding! His favourite activity is beating up (killing) other Megatrons. Not just because they are assholes, but to prove that he’s still got it! AU optimus primes look at him like “how did u do that” and Juno be like “What, like, is it supposed to be hard?”

He’s also delighted to tell you that, no, he does NOT fucking know who Optimus Prime is.

Besides all that, he’s the “sick cat of the multiverse”. He might be a super soldier, but you can bet that one day he’s gonna have a sparkattack and randomly die. He has a ton of scars and as a HF, a lot of them are visible. His spark is not really the strongest anymore, due to the previous loss of a conjunx, and by honour of being old as balls.

His storyline is basically “Have fun while you still can, and admit that you would really love to be in a polycule with Strika and Lugnut”.

 TFA Megatron: Codename “Junior”, he/him, just scratching 1 million. A baby. HF age: 20

He’s basically Juno from an earlier point in time. Doesn’t yet know Strika, has no battlefield experience. A real baby. Lies about his age to get into bars. Probably shouldn’t do half the stuff he gets up to.

Junior and Juno develop a father-child bond, but both would deny it under torture. Until Junior saves Junos life, that is, but they don’t talk about that.

He hates his nickname and is soon best friends with Rodimus who finds his existence delightful, because they are the same breed of young reckless dumbass.

 G1 Megatron: Codename “Molly”, she/her, only available as human, age: 50

Just an older gal living her best life in some desert. Wears tight leather pants, high heels and white shirts with a deep neckline. Sings Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” very well and very loud at her favourite bars karaoke nights. A delight to be around, if she says so herself. Still yearning for that sweet trucker gal she met on the road years ago.  Might still have ties to gangs. Drives a motorcycle.

This universe is more of a rest stop for the LL, and coincidentally it’s also a Wings!AU. Molly has Californian Condor wings.

 IDW Megatron: Codename “Billy”, he/him, only available as human, age: ~ 200

A right mean bastard. Lives in the Magnus Archives universe, and a Hunter Avatar by nature. Although, he wouldn’t define himself as such. Sure, he’s a hunter, but doesn’t that encapsulate so many more fears? The fear of being Watched in the Dark, and Slaughtered for Meat in the End?

He would say that he has had honest and good intentions. He thought himself so great when he was young and killed his first monster! But then the monsters didn’t stop. And after so many years, well, he paved his road with good intentions, and it’s leading him right down to hell. He might have killed a few more humans than necessary. But oh, it is for the greater good! And he can hardly stop now.

Someday, there will be a new, fresh hunter, with enough determination to finally take him out. He’s made his peace with that. He does hope they will stuff his shaggy hide and display it in a trophy room.

Only Megs so far who wears plaid shirts. Is actually nice to be around, if he isn’t actively after you. Hunts Pigs for sport.

Also the only one I’ve drawn so far. His Hunter form would be a irish wolfhound. With a few more jaws than neseccary.

I think that’s all of the bigger ones so far ssdjsdjsdhshshdlf. Juno really is my favourite (if you cant tell).

[shikai-the-storyteller]

CYBERVERSE WATCH

S3 Episode 9, 10, 11, 12

Episode 9

WHIRL NO WHY IS EVERYONE RUNNING oh

Gosh I love that Percy’s alt-mode sucks so he’s gotta hitch a ride on someone

Whirl *gracefully descends from the ceiling* Percy: *PLUMMETS LIKE A ROCK*

No joke I laughed so suddenly and loud at that I startled myself

RODDY PLEASE RETHINK YOUR DECISION TO USE A WAR TITAN TO FIGHT YOUR BATTLES IM BEGGING YOU TO USE YOUR BRAINCELL

Whirl *jumps directly on the Titan’s face*  Me: I’d die for you

Roddy: We need Windblade! Me: YEAH YOU NEED SOMEONE SMART ON THIS TEAM

Ok putting the masks on their head to hide from the Quints is actually a smart idea

“I can’t believe that worked” GUYS PLS

Aw I love that Clobber and Roddy do their little fist bump / high-five thing that’s so cute

CHROMIA AND WINDBLADE....Roddy you’re interrupting their date

Roddy: Clobber, you’re a lesbian, can you get through to them Clobber: Sure *picks up Chromia in one hand and walks off*

I feel like the smart thing for them to do would be to wake up Megatron and/or Optimus and use them to wake up other Autobots / Decepticons because like. If I was an Autobot and Megatron wandered by at a parade I’d definitely be on defense. Of course, then Roddy & co. would need to convince Megatron to help them so maybe that’s a no-go anyways

WHIRL NO!!! OH NO

AW I love that everyone’s taking care of Percy, Dead End holding his hand while running was so cute

HELL YEAH USE YOUR FIRE RODDY

HOT ROD NO!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE SAVE MY BOY!! AND WHIRL, WHO ALSO GOT HI--OH MY GOSH THEY KNOCKED THE THING OFF SOUNDWAVE AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

IF ANYONE CAN TAKE DOWN THE QUINTS AND WAKE EVERYONE UP ITS MY BOY SOUNDWAVE I mean, assuming ripping the helmet off his head rather than waking him up normally didn’t totally screw him up

AHHH SOMEONE NEEDS TO SAVE RODDY

WHOA SOUNDWAVE YOU GOOD BUDDY??? OH NO....

“Something’s wrong with him...” “You mean more than normal?” SHUT UP DEADEND

LMAO HOT ROD STRAIGHT UP SLAPPED A QUINTESSON NICE

OH NO IM GETTING FLASHBACKS TO THE MOVIE

COURT!?!??? PLEASE SAY YOUR FAMOUS LINE RODDY

HEY CAN YOU GUYS STOP BEING BUTTS TO SOUNDWAVE

“There are an infinite amount of universes in the multiverse. The Quintessons judge which ones are worthy of existence” NICE NICE NICE NICE OMINOUS AND NICE

ARE WE GONNA GET TO SEE OTHER UNIVERSES???

WHOA WAIT WHAT SCIENTIST, MACCADAM WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

IS THIS GONNA BE THE CREEPY WHEELJACK WE SAW IN LIKE EPISODE 3 OF SEASON ONE???

You know I’m realizing the Titan thing doesn’t explain how Maccadam knows about the future, is HE from a different universe / future?? Has he already seen all of this happen before? Is HE the true Homura of this series?

RODIMUS STALLING TO ANNOY THE COURT NICE

Every time Roddy uses his flames I lose my mind in excitement

HEY DEADEND STOP BEING A BUTT TO SOUNDWAVE

HELL YEAH RIP ��EM A NEW ONE SOUNDWAVE, SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS

HEY CAN SOMEONE *PLEASE* SAVE HOT ROD

UH OH IS RIGHT RODDY

“I wish I was a jet” He’s not gonna jump is OH HE JUMPED

OH THANK GOODNESS WHIRL WAS THERE, THANK YOU WHIRL FOR BEING AWESOME

SOUNDWAVE!!!!!!!!!!!

 Episode 10

I saw Soundwave in the thumbnail and got UNREASONABLY excited

AHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS GONNA BE THE RODDY AND SOUNDWAVE EPISODE I HEARD ABOUT?!?!??! PLEASE??? PLEASE???

Hot Rod is the ONLY bot who could appreciate Soundwave’s background music PLEASE let them get along or at least be amicable by the end of the episode that would be so frickin good

“The Masters of the Multiverse” man what a good title

I’m so glad Season 3 has been so Hot Rod=focused, HE DESERVES THE SPOTLIGHT

lmao I love that Soundwave and Roddy are both crossing their arms on opposite sides of the bar, guys please you’ve got bigger fish to fry

This is embarrassing but I was legitimately so distracted by how nice Soundwave’s legs looked in this scene I didn’t hear a single thing Roddy said and I had to rewind the episode l m a o.....

Soundwave: I know you’re no Optimus Prime Me: *MORTIFIED GASP* THAT’S A SORE SUBJECT DON’T BE MEAN!!!

SOUNDWAVE NO!!! NO FIGHTING

I KNEW IT I knew he was improperly removed!!!

THEY FRICKIN SLAPPED HIM ON THE CHEST TO FIX HIM LIKE HE”S AN OLD TV IM CACKLING

OH SHOOT they already tried doing something similar to Hound oof

SOUNDWAVE AT LEAST SHARE WHAT THE PLAN IS

OH SHOOT SOUNDWAVE GETS THINGS DONE

I can’t believe they came up with names / jobs for these things

Aw Roddy I’m sorry Soundwave’s overshadowing your leadership role :(

“Maybe they’re trading beauty secrets” DEADEND PLEASE

I hope Soundwave didn’t tell her to kill him

OH NO HE DID, CLOBBER NO

Clobber: *crying while trying to kill him* This hurts me more than it hurts you! Hot Rod: No, this hurts me more GUYS PLEASE

I briefly forgot DeadEnd was a Decepticon and was like “Wow you’re not worrying about Roddy getting his head beat in?? Really??”

Gosh Soundwave looks so cool

“The evil back-stabbing music box” omg

Hot Rod: That’s not how Autobots do things Dead End: Yeah but like, we aren’t. So can we kill him

SOUNDWAVE’S INTERROGATION STUFF IS SO COOL I mean it’s mean but that’s an interesting method

AHH HE SAID THE INFERIOR SUPERIOR THING

Who IS the scientist

Uh. ok what is that brain thing. I WAS ASSUMING THE SCIENTIST WAS A BOT BUT GUESS NOT

Episode 11

Gosh the backgrounds in this show are such a delight for the eyes

*GENTLE GASP* BABIES!!!!!!!! ARE ANY OF THEM SOUNDWAVE’S BABIES???

AW OMG SOUNDWAVE IS THERE HE’S CATCHING A CASSETTE OMG OMG.....OH MY GOSH....THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES

But at the same time SOUNDWAVE YOU CANT JUST FRICKIN NAB A BIRD OUT OF THE AIR AND CALL IT YOURS

Oh well I guess he can lmao alrighty then

OH NO....BOTS ARE DYING....GUYS YOU’RE TAKING TOO LONG TO DO THIS

how on EARTH did that work

OHOHO just Hot Rod and Soundwave I hope they learn to trust each other a bit

I’m VERY worried they’re gonna kill off Laserbeak in this episode

ALRIGHT. WELL. THAT SCIENTIST ISNT FREAKY AT ALL.

OK SUPER FREAKY HE’S WAY TOO INTERESTED IN SOUNDWAVE FOR ME TO NOT BE WORRIED ABOUT THIS HE SOUNDS LIKE A CREEPY COLLECTOR

‘‘A blue one...I don’t have a blue one yet’‘ UH OH UH OH!!!! OH PLEASE DONT HURT SOUNDWAVE CYBERVERSE WRITERS PLEASE!!!

DOES SOUNDWAVE KNOW THIS DUDE??? HOW ELSE DID SOUNDWAVE KNOW WHAT WOULD OPEN THE DOOR???

The fact that we can now SEE Laserbeak in his chest makes me worry we’re gonna lose her this episode 8(((

WHAT THE FRICK

ARE THESE DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF SOUNDWAVE FROM DIFFERENT UNIVERSES??? ARE THESE JUST DIFFERENT BOTS THAT SHARE SOUNDWAVE’S ALT MODE???? IM SO DEEPLY WORRIED

“Why would he collect Soundwaves and not Hot Rods?” RODDY PLEASE THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!!! That’s a very Hot Rod thing to focus on though lmao

I feel like the Cyberverse writers went “Hm, what would make Ana feel most anxious about her favorite character?” and then proceeded to write this episode exactly about that

Like, on the one hand: Good taste weird tentacle alien dude, on the other, GET YOUR MITTS OFF HIM

“When a judge finds a universe guilty, I like to keep a little...souvenir for myself” WOW THAT’S HALF WHAT I GUESSED BUT HE SAID THAT INFINITELY CREEPIER THAN I THOUGHT HE WOULD

HOT ROD PLEASE SAVE HIM FROM THE WEIRD TENTACLE MAN

I love how this team has exactly one braincell and none of the people currently on the other side of the door are in possession of it

“I keep telling myself I don’t have room for any more, but you would go so nicely right here” me @ me when I’m buying figurines tbh

That’s genuinely so upsetting, like if I were in Soundwave’s place I’d be pissed as HELL

OH BOY ARE WE GONNA HAVE A TOYSTORY 2 SCENARIO wrt THE “You’re damaged!” THING

“I’LL SHOW YOU DAMAGED” LMAO Roddy: *starts listing off all his traumas* Tentacle Dr.: Um,,

LET GO OF MY BOY!!!!

“A parade is the best you can come up with?” ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS RODDY

HELL YEAH GET HIM SOUNDWAVE and thank goodness he got fixed. Hopefully the guy didn’t do anything weird to him

I KNEW THAT WAS TOO EASY WHY IS THIS DUDE SO FREAKY

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT”S FEEDING TIME

EW WHAT’S IN THERE

IM GONNA LEGITIMATELY CRY IF THEY KILL LASERBEAK PLEASE DONT KILL HIS BIRD

Why do the words “Laserbeak! Eject!” get me so emotional WHY AM I SO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THIS CASSETTE TAPE AND BOOM BOX

DONT SHOOT LASERBEAK PLEASE

Ironic for Whirl to be the one to say “hold your fire”

Wow way to abandon Hot Rod and Soundwave

uH OH UH OH UH OH

Off-topic but tentacle dude’s voice sounds SO familiar I just can’t place it it’s a really good fit

OH SHOOT THEY”RE DRAINING THE ALL SPARK TOO

DO IT PERCY SAVE EVERYONE!!!!

Perceptor you are ADORABLE

PERCY YOU GOTTA SAY AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT

THERE WE GO OPTIMUS

Oh boy let’s see how Megatron reacts to Clobber interrupting him

Percy should just summon a hologram of Optimus, that would do it

YEAHHH THEY FREED EVERYONE!!!

DO IT GUYS!!! HEAT AND SOUND!!!!

CHROMIA!!! :D

FIST BUMP!!!!!

AND LASERBEAK IS OK!!!!

Uh oh spaghettio that doesn’t seem good

OH WOW YOU’RE REALLY GONNA END THE EPISODE THERE??? HECK I FORGET HOW SHORT THESE ARE

Not to sound predictable but I think that was the most interesting episodes of the season so far

Episode 12

Aw man the judge is still alive heck

MY BOYS!!! MY BOYS IN ONE ROOM TALKING TOGETHER AND NOT TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER!!!

Optimus: We will work together to stop this Megatron: *half-hearted grumble of assent*

Bee please don’t reignite the war by bumping into people

LMAO WHY’S IT SOUND LIKE OPTIMUS JUST ASKED MEGATRON TO MARRY HIM

I love this they’re both like “frick this is so uncomfortable”

MEGATRON COME ON

HELL YEAH YOU TELL EM SOUNDWAVE nice teamwork!!!

KUP!!!! AND STRIKA!!!

LMAO THEY SHOVED THEM IN THE TRAINING SIM guys pls. I mean good effort but

Man can I just say it’s so nice seeing these two (especially Soundwave, the world’s most under-valued Decepticon ever) become respected leaders while getting time in the spotlight? I LOVE that!!!!

I should redraw this screenshot sometime

Bee and Arcee and Shadow Striker and Lockdown!! Such a good combo

OH MY GOSH HE SERIOUSLY DID A TOUCH REFERENCE

AHHHHHH SOUNDWAVE BACKED HIM UP WITH MUSIC, I KNEW THEY’D GET ALONG!!!! SALING YOU WERE SO RIGHT AHHHHH

I’D DIE FOR YOU TWO!!!!!!!!!!

TEAM SOUNDWAVE AND HOT ROD: THE ULTIMATE CAPTAINS!!!!

SKYWARP!!!!!!

YEAH!!!!!!!!!!

Life-or-death video games really do build friendships

WINDBLADE!!! :D

Aw man are you guys still really gonna wake up this Titan

Windblade: Did you guys ask Maccadam about this first Hot Rod: Oh absolutely he definitely said yes don’t worry about it Windblade: You sure? This dude seems like. Super evil Hot Rod: Nah it’ll be fine don’t even worry about it

THANK YOU RODDY for being the voice of reason for once

Maccadam: Now isn’t the time for this Titan, we need to save that for the season finale

Can’t believe they’re really dragging a bomb through the city

Ok so like. Where is Megatron during all of this. Are you seriously gonna sulk and miss this whole battle Megatron

Arcee with her machine gun is SO cute

Someone please shoot this shark dude and shut him up

AW THEY BROKE ARCEE’S MACHINE GUN :(

GET ‘IM WINDBLADE!!!

HEY MEGATRON OPTIMUS COULD REALLY USE A HAND HERE COME ON

WHOOPS so much for the bomb

OH AND EVERYONE ELSE I GUESS?? FORGOT THAT THE BOMB WOULD PROBABLY HIT THEM

WINDBLADE PLEASE BE CAREFUL

BEE FALLING AND RODDY IMMEDIATELY DROPPING DOWN TO SHIELD HIM, OH MAN THAT GOT ME HURTING SOMETHING FIERCE

HERE COMES IACONUS AND WINDBLADE

Man I hope we get to see Windblade and Starscream duke it out with Titans

THANK YOU FOR SAVING HER MACCADAM I WAS SO WORRIED

“I’ve lost too many cityspeakers this way” OH WOW THAT CONFESSION ACTUALLY LEGIT HURT....Mac how many times have city speakers tried controlling Iaconus? How many people have you seen die apart from the citizens of Iacon?

AW MAN BUMMER PLACE TO END IT ok let’s do a few more episodes after a quick break (I’m still SCREAMING over that Soundwave episode)

[elitaxne]

💟- Wildcard!!!

                  « MEME REFERENCE » ○「 ACCEPTING 」

💟 ┊  ❛ Wildcard — BITTERSWEET ❜

♔. }

     ❝ In all my years I never would have thought I would be so lucky as to meet a mecha like you, Elita. Intelligent, ambitious, passionate, dedicated, a natural leader in every facet, and you conduct yourself on the Council with upmost integrity and honour… hard traits to come by in these chambers as of late, ❞ the elder mech sighed, taking a step away from the large desk with servos held at the base of his spinal column.

The intricately patterned cloak flowed down behind deep blue plates, and broad shoulder pauldrons, a sturdy and tall frame, even with age still looked upon as a monument of strength and demanded respect with a single look. Piercing azure optics glanced back to meet cool cerulean, large and unwavering as the mech spoke, holding their full attention. Zeta gave a hint of a smile as he turned to face her in full, towering over the young femme despite her tall stature amongst the average population. Another testament to his time… a time that would see its eventual end in the near future, if the whispers in the Matrix were any indication; but only Vector Prime really knew.

❝ Sir? ❞ Elita asked, smooth alto kept to the quiet dulcet level yet still echoing in the grand chamber surrounding them. Zeta nodded in silent permission for her to continue, and by indoctrinated instinct her helm nodded in return, crystalline ornaments jingling in her audials from the movement. ❝ I do not wish for you to perceive my question as ignorant, nor misconstrued as unappreciative to be granted an audience, ❞ she paused, calculating her words as her gaze lifted to meet his own. ❝ But I cannot help but wonder… why you have summoned me here? ❞

The elder Prime’s vents expelled a whistling sigh and optics twinkled in the setting sunlight. Zeta could only smile, a genuine one, not one that had been constructed for the public nor the Council; one that seemed to grace his fascia more and more over the last few years, all the reasons being Elita. A silver servo held outwards, thick digits plucking the air in a slight, subtle motion for her to join him on partial ledge, to stand on equal ground.

Slender servos gathered her skirting in an instance, dutifully complying to her mentor’s silent wish as she navigated the small step, coming to his side in a matter of seconds.

❝ My dear, I believe you do, ❞ he murmured, soft tenor reverberating off the walls then again returning them to silence. Raising a servo he draped it over her shoulder pauldron, venting in amusement at the cool surface meeting his touch, a quirk he always remembered but always felt as though it were for the first time. Ice Queen indeed.

❝ Look outside. Tell me what you see… ❞ Zeta mused, taking a step forward and guiding her with his connected servo, moving it to rest against her backplating; careful not to snag larger digits on the delicate dressing.

Indulging her mentor large cerulean hues scanned the expanse of Iacon sprawling at her pedes. Meticulous as ever and simultaneously putting her total recall abilities to the test, she took in each and every detail. The sunlight glimmering off the thousands of towers, the bustling mecha on their way home after a days work, and subsequently, the many mecha more lining the streets with their servos held out for shanix or Energon, broken and battered amongst the wealthy and powerful; invisible to passersby out of habit. Poverty. Greed. A group of younglings strayed from their care group played in the central fountain in the Tower’s courtyard, splashing in the liquid for a moment of happiness before an Enforcer hastily THREW their small frames over the ledge in a pile. Innocence. Violence. Half-hunched frames lingered to the side of taller mecha, yanked by a limb in one direction or another, the smaller gave an answer and the larger made swift contact with painted fascia with a rough SMACK. The larger turned back to their social group, and the smaller reached up to cover the bleeding welt left amongst the others. Abuse. Hopelessness.

❝ What do you see? ❞ the Prime repeated, tenor even softer than before, as though whispering to her innermost being.

Elita bit at her lower lip component, formulating the answer with a heavy spark. Her past mixed with her present. Adversity met with reformation. Cerulean focused on the slave still holding the side of their fascia, trembling as their master shifted his weight haphazardly then flinching as he lifted a servo to rub at the back of his helm, enthralled with current conversation amongst his colleagues. Her jawline hardened beneath smooth features yet kept her expression and tone neutral, just as she had been taught to do.

❝ Injustice, ❞ Elita answered, ❝ An imperfect system. ❞

Zeta moved at her side, prompting cerulean hues to follow his frame as the much taller Prime rasped on a pained ventilation, helm dipping down to meet her gaze. ❝ Is that all? ❞ he prompted, nodding back to the city and Elita turned her helm to follow, ornaments clinking again on either side of her helm.

Optics scoured the streets snaking away from the Council Tower’s epicentre, catching a cluster of mecha at the foot of the Archives. Focusing her vision on the slight distance, rose gold plates adorned in crystalline fabric leaned closer to the looming pane of glass, slender digits sprawling over the surface for balance. She could pick out the larger silver form above the crowd, arm raised in the air and prompting the hundreds rallying around to do the same. He spoke with fervor and charisma, exciting the hoard into a controlled frenzy by words alone. To the side, a black figure, tall yet just as large, and beside them, a smaller bot, crimson plates in distinct contrast to the monochrome of his peers.

The Councillor let a shallow ex-vent pass from her vents, and she peeled herself from the glass.

❝ Change, ❞ she replied, looking back up to the elder mech, expression outwardly softening to show the youthfulness held captive in her features. Young, but aged beyond her years.

Silver lip plates curved into a smile, and the Prime canted his helm in a partial nod, shifting azure hues from larger cerulean to again stare out the window. ❝ I can hear your processors from her, my dear, ❞ the mech chuckled, stepping closer to the pane of glass with a hint of a grin.

❝ A compliment, I am certain… ❞ Elita quipped, easing in his presence as the casualty spilled between them in boatloads, along with comfort.

❝ To my impeccable hearing, yes, ❞ Zeta responded, smiling down to the young femme and holding the tender connection as optics again met, then both pulled back to stare out the window, lining the wall from edge to edge, and stretched above their helms to the ceiling.

Several seconds spent in comfortable silence passed between the two, but in her insatiable curiosity, Elita again posed a question. Much to Zeta’s hope, he had been betting on his student’s greatest instinct to guide her as it always did.

❝ Have you summoned me then for the purpose of another lesson? ❞ the young Councillor finally asked, lightness of the moment prior now subdued with newfound sobriety.

The elder Prime considered the query, listening to the hum of the Matrix as the whispers bubbled up then receded like an ocean’s tide. Azure softened, peering back to cerulean and searching the bright hues, letting the full breadth of pride radiate in his EM Field, wanting for her to know, to perceive his words before they even left his vocoder.

❝ A bi-product, I assure you. But, a teaching moment must never be squandered, ❞ Zeta began, weathered tenor continuing without falter as optics again stared out at the expanse of the city-state. His city-state. His planet, even. ❝ There are rumours circulating that an uprising may be in our near future. A revolution to overthrow the Council, and in turn, bring an end to the caste system, ❞ the Prime paused to cycle a vent and Elita went to comment, silencing herself as a large servo raised, granting him ability to continue, ❝ You know as well as I that if such an act were to be carried out it would only spell catastrophe. But, I cannot ignore my people any longer, the weight of their agony have burdened my shoulders for far too long. Change is on the horizon, I can see it just as clearly as you… ❞

The pause made way for Elita to speak in turn, and she took the verbal bait. ❝ The former Gladiator? ❞ she questioned, apprehension lacing each and every syllable.

Zeta shook his helm, reaching to cup her chinplate and gently coax her to look back at the pane of glass. Cerulean optics shone against the polished surface, and as before her focus stretched across the distance to the rally outside the Archives. If not the Gladiator… then who? Sensing her confusion the Prime leaned down closer to her level, smiling at the femme’s reflection as her optics met his in the glass.

❝ You look too far beyond to see that the answer is in plain sight, Elita, ❞ he murmured, and the Councillor took a step back. Reeling from the rising shock taking hold of her systems.

❝ I… d-do not understand, ❞ she began, sorting her thoughts yet still unable to process what now seemed to be overwhelmingly obvious.

❝ You do, ❞ Zeta insisted gently, draping large servos over each of her sheathed shoulder pauldrons as again they stood face to face. Azure searched cerulean, just as cerulean searched azure, each drawing the same conclusion unanimously, though Zeta spoke to it all the same. ❝ It is only a matter of time now until my reign will come to an end. I am an old mech, but also, I represent the very powers that have led to the caste system. Implemented my by predecessors, and I have been unable to deter their course for centuries. Cybertron will need a leader who is strong enough to deliver a better future, one who is capable, and forward thinking. One who UNDERSTANDS both sides equally. One that I trust to follow in my pedefalls above all else… ❞

Elita suppressed a sputtering ventilation and instead swallowed the rising lump in her vocoder. Everything she had every worked towards, all the nights spent studying at the Academy, then toiling as an Assistant, then her reformation — her renewal — to become a junior politician, and eventually Zeta Prime’s pupil. And now? The words hung on the tip of her glossa, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit them, not even in her processors.

❝ The decision in naming a future Prime is vested by the Matrix, and having conferred with leaders previous… There would be no higher honour, and greater pleasure, than naming you my successor, Elita, as the next Prime — the one who will bring peace to Cybertron once and for all, ❞ Zeta finished, letting the soft smile again break out over aged fascia.

The Councillor vented harshly, blinking back the sting of coolant in her optics and TWISTING in her spark chamber, eliciting a dull ache at her core. Years spent learning to bury her emotions bubble beneath the surface as overwhelming joy coursed through her systems, and pulsations leapt to an erratic rate; pounding in her audials.

Her. Elita. ARIEL. A meagre femme from the lower caste, sparked to poverty and pain, now next in line for the Primacy. All of Cybertron would look to her to take them to the true Golden Age, an age that abolished the caste system she had suffered under, and the very same she had overcome to now make obsolete. There were too many emotions swirling about in her processors and mind to sort out, and as though craving physical release after years spent locked away, a tear fell from her optic, rolling down smooth fascia to crest at her chinplate, followed by another. Her helm ducked forwards to hide the unprofessional reaction, knowing full-well it was a sign of weakness when she had been commended for her strength.

❝ I-I-I, ❞ she stuttered, re-regulating the impediment and forcing her vocoder to synchronize with her processor. ❝ I would be honoured, Sir, ❞ Elita replied, voice cracking on static. Servos frantically reached up to wipe at her optics as the tears continued to fall, sucking in another sharp vent in hopes of deterring a breakdown.

Zeta hummed, curling a servo under her chin to tip her helm back up, bringing the tears and watery optics to full view. The other thumbed away at the tears practically STREAMING down her fascia, smiling wavering as an ache in his own spark briefly overtook him. Without another moment of hesitation the elder mech lowered himself to a knee joint, coming to near optic level with his protege.

Elita fought another sputter from her vents, shifting as the Prime nearly met her optics at equal level — a tremendous breech in protocol, especially given his stature. A Prime never equalled with a lessor. An old rule, but still, one that was implemented.

Then, before she could resist, large arms slowly wrapped around her frame, offering an embrace, and she complied near instantly. Both limbs tightening around the other as everything spilled out in their EM Fields; pride, humility, honour, joy, pain, grief, hope, all of it that had been kept suppressed too long now laid out in completely vulnerability. Rose gold plates rattled against blue as Elita buried her helm into the soft cloak covering his shoulder pauldron, and Zeta only constricted his hold further, holding her for as long as she wanted; for as long as she needed.

                                                          They were a team, after all.

❝ A-Are you c-certain I a-am worthy? ❞ the femme warbled through static

The Prime nodded, swallowing hard at the lump strangling his own vocoder as large blue arms curled closer still. Optics closed, simply letting himself focus on this precious moment and the ache in his spark, felt beyond the reach of the Matrix yet originating from its depths all the same.

❝ I have never been more certain of anything in my life cycle, Elita, ❞ he whispered, pulling back just enough to again wipe at her optics staining what was once pristine faceplates, like a parent would their progeny; in a way, he almost considered it to be such. Azure softened, and he offered a gentle smile, ❝ And I will be there with you to give you guidance, and counsel, every moment you require it. ❞

Elita blinked again through the tears, letting them fall freely, as her own trembling smile matched her mentor’s; her friend. ❝ P-Promise? ❞ she chuckled, breathy and weak.

Zeta pulled her again in a tight embrace, making no move to let go anytime soon, just as she.

                                                            ❝ I promise. ❞

[loveaningenue]

Taylor Swift’s 2005-2006 MySpace Comments

Taylor’s alleged MySpace comments in a chronological order from 2005 to 2006. (Time of posts on 24h). Pictures of the comments were too blurry, so I didn’t add, but if needed, I have them saved in a file if anyone needs proof. 

NB: All the comments are replies to unknown posts by her friends, so the context is unknown. 

Sep 3, 2005 13:08

I am obsessed with you.

If you look out your window and down the street about 200 yards, you may see a big white van parked on the street. I am inside the van with a telescope and computer. Just trying to catch a glimpse of kelsey dammmnnn morris.

haha. end of story.

Sep 5, 2005 1:37

AWWWW brittany I miss you so much. And yes, I can verify that you do know every word to that song. I love you for it. :-) . Prom was incredible and thankyou so much for everything you’re ever done in the past to make me feel welcome into that whole group. You have always been so nice to me. Thankyou for everything. You may not have noticed but it really meant a lot to me. 

Sep 6, 2005 3:26

LACEY LACEY LACEY

I’m in love with you.

There’s no other way around it.

hehe

Sep 10, 2005 2:01

Pretty girl.

I could away twenty and knock on your door and ask you how you’ve been...

But I think I’ll just sit here and type it. Tell me how you’ve been, child. taylor

Sep 11, 2005 21:09

I have the same name as your boyfriend.

Therefore I am better than everyone and you should like me more.

taylor

Sep 14, 2005 20:43

HOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEENHOMECOMINGQUEEN

{haha i love you and your pretty crown}

taylor

Sep 18, 2005 11:56

Kelsey’s awesome. And got best smile. And should have gotten everything else. Hahah iloveyou

Sep 17, 2005 11:30

uhhh..

“I shot some guy with a flare gun” -sahara

best line ever.

Sep 21, 2005 23:26

WE NEED ONE MORE SCANTRON

Sep 30, 2005 17:06

I have one word for you.

Chorttle.

{bitch}

Oct 11, 2005 23:13

Everybody watch Kelsey’s scrolling pictures of her friends until you get the one of shelby.

Her boobs look AMAZING.

hahahahahahaha

Oct 18, 2006 16:36

RELINQUISH THIS TOME FOOLERY YOU ELFISH KNAVE.

- a prime example of the shit we OUGHT to learn in English class.

Oct 31 2005 8:12

i read your complaining comment about how your not abigails tip 8. well, how could you be? I’M THERE. TAKING YOUR SPOT HAHAhAHAHA. (evil laugh, you know the drill). Well, anyway, listen my queer fellow. I thinketh we shall hangeth out sometime soon, eh? yes, i do believe i am growing fond of this idea. drive over in your sex van and come pick me up. farewell knave. -T-

Nov 6, 2005 0:03

If you were a guy I’d probably date you.

Just a friendly reminder

<3

Nov 26, 2005 17:54

My darling.

18 days till I get my license and  I think we’ll gave to go out in the hummer and shoot people we hate with a paintball gun out the passenger side window.

Abigail and I have been planning this for a while.

You should totally come.

We hear you have good aim.

lovelovelove -T-

Nov 26, 2005 21:50

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

{i like your headline}

and yes, I do.

lovelovelove -T-

Dec 4, 2005 22:07

Here’s a little limerick for you to solve while I waste my life away on the couch with a godforsaken migraine that is threatening my life eating ice cream out of the gallon container watching war of worlds wondering why I was fat as a 10-year-old and not cute like dakota fanning and thinking, “hey, this wouldn’t’t be so bad, everything getting blown to shit and half the world dying.. Life pretty much sucks anyway.”

I don’t want what I can get.

I fuck up what i had so i shouldn’t want it

I want what doesn’t want me Therefore I can’t get it Therefore I can’t be happy Therefore I sit in class writing notes t my equally psychotic redheaded best friend about how to achieve ultimate happiness when honestly we’re just dreamers because no one is ever permanently happy.

I have blonde hair and my name rhymes with sailor.

What am I?

Oh, fuck. It’s me.

Have an equally joyous night fa la la i love christmas

-T-

Dec 16, 2005 2:59

I’m Grant Motherfucking Wood.

I do what I want

and say the word “durr”.

iloveyoubutnotsomuchgrantwood hehehe -T-

Dec 21, 2005 0:17

I’m in England and this whole country is weird.

They’re all weird. Except for me. Who, as you know, is completely normal. 

Hey man we need to hang out when I get back. How about we combine me, my car, grant wood’s house, shelby, ally, some boys, lily and perhaps whitley, some drinks because you might get thirsty, and new year’s eve.

yeeeaahhhhhh

-T-

Dec 28, 2005 14:57

Just a little reminder to you that, even though the semester may be over..

I’m still quite obsessed with you.

haha fuck sewing machines.

lovelovelove -T-

Dec 28, 2005 

WOW I LOVE YOUR PICTURES

( i haven’t been on here in a while and technology alone fascinates me)

Hey I love you and now I know exactly where your house is, and also that Grant Wood plays guitar? Yes, he does. 

Why?

Because he’s Grant Motherfucking Wood, That’s why.

We’re hanging out New Years and I’m driving the Hummer and it will be amazing.

-T-

PS: Hi, Kelsey’s mom!

Dec 29, 2005 2:44

Lil’ Kels.

hahahhaha

I looove love love your new pictures. You are pretty, 

You’re right.. you better watch out.

Because I do what I want.

-T-

Jan 4, 2006 22:37

IM ONE OF KELSEYS BEST FRIENDS HA HA HA HA HA HA.

I’m sorry. Now that I said that I’m probably going to get kicked off the list for disorderly conduct or just simply being a loser in a public place such as the internet. 

But just to let you know. That’s pretty freakin awesome. lovelovelove -T-

Jan 8, 2006 8:53

My name is Taylor. I am not clingy. I do not want a boyfriend.

I do not show signs of wanting a boyfriend.

I do not make hints leading on to the fact that I may want a boyfriend.

So how, tell me, on EARTH is it possible for someone confuse this issue and IGNORE me because they don’t want a girlfriend.

(%(* ..)%([IOJENTI..OWI$...]WO -T-

Jan 10, 2006 0:30

Umm how about DONT listen to addie.

That’s like the most amusing picture I’ve ever seen.

Take it down?

I think not.

Jan 18, 2006 0:14

JORDAN YOU IDIOT.

The term is quite obviously FEM-bots.

Not THEM-bots..

I don’t know what goes in your clouded mind sometimes..

maybe I’m just too sexy and it distracts you. mmm i think i am correct. -T-

Jan 18, 2006 0:16

Oh P.S.

Boys with your name are not exactly as great as you.

I have had much experience with them lately.

hahaha and their girlfriends get mad ;-)

Feb 4, 2006 21:01

THAT PICTURE OF ME UP AT THE TOP IS GROSS.

THAT IS SICK TAKE IT DOWN.

It serves NO purpose other than to make me look FUGLY.

I want it off NOW.

but i loove you

Feb 5, 2006 8:14

Guess who as a thing for you.

The hottest guy in the world.

Whats the mixture of a tiger and a lion?

A WHORE.

think about it.

Feb 28, 2006 5:30

“I definitely just deep-throated the lollipop.”

Hey little girl.. do you want to know a seeker-ett?

hahaha thanks for helping me with my computer troubles. I know you bend many way for me. i like dat.

Mar 21, 2006 7:54

“Kelsey y dont u just LEAVE US ALONE.

WE R TRYIN 2B HAPPY. OMGGGGGG.”

hahahah. See, I had to write the original message with punctuations and vowels-- but I had to translate into the way SHE would write it.

But she’s not immature. She’s just not fond of correct spelling.

i love you -T-

Apr 5, 2006 7:51

LoL i KnOw!!

ExcLamAtiOn PoIntS aRe THIRD GrAdErS !! !! !!

(also notice this super cool signature I’m going to add in to the ending of this comment)

::sWiFt::

hahahah

Apr 22, 2006 18:39

PUT UP PROM PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!

And as soon as I get my laptop back, I’ll be leaving you a certain picture that I think you’ll like.

Because a certain girl might see it. lovelovelove -T-

Apr 23, 2006 14:19

(Picture)

(Picture)

(Picture)

(This is you quite obviously staring at my boobs)

Apr 24, 2006 17:56

Lyrics we live by:

And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time I want what’s your and I want what’s mine

I want YOU, but I’m not giving  giving in this time.

haha i love you you’re really pretty. -T-

Apr 30, 2006 19:33

Kelsey.

I love you and I’m sorry about all the “distance”.

Distance = stupid and unnecessary.

Dude. The truth us, i miss you. Starbucks tomorrow? 

May 2, 2006 22:10

Yeah, I remember I have that photoshoot today and tomorrow. Well, its good to know I was missed. haha. Speaking of missed, I really wish you didn’t work so much because I wanted to hang out today.

lovelovelove -T-

Call me.

May 27, 2006 1:44

Dude.

The scrolling picture of your car is mad cool mannnnnn.

sweeeeet.

I stared at it for like an hour. hahaha

no really. the sad thing is, I did.

Jun 9, 2006 20:30

I CANT FIND MY PHONE.

errrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Kelsey. My lovely best friend. YOU CAME TO MY SHOWWWWWW! I didn’t know if you or ally actually came or not because I didn’t see you, thank you so much for coming. That means the world to me, you know that. I love you.

lovelovelove -T-

Jun 19, 2006 10:52

I MISS YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU.

I leave again tonight for north carolina but i wont be gone as long this time, and I want my best friendddd backkkkk.

I love you and ally.

lovelovelove

-T-

Jul 31, 2006 19:24

You know you’ve been away too long when your best friend doesn’t have any trace of you on her myspace anymore. Kelsey. I missss you.

I’m going over to Ally’s house tonight and if you’re not there I’m going to walk over to your house and abduct you. 

lovelovelove -T-

Here’s a LINK to the pictures of the alleged MySpace comments. 

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