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[gfhunklescalendar]

Hope everyone is ready for some HUNKLES! We're planning a TWO YEAR CALENDAR this time, for 2025 and 2026. Not two separate calendars, but two calendars, together! Like twins! 2025's theme will be a Mullet!Stan calendar, with probably some Researcher!Ford thrown in. 2026's theme will be two old men around the house or ship, just doing stuff. Like baking cookies or watching TV. Something more domestic and homey, as opposed to the adventures and monsters of calendars past. More details to come, but for now, it's time to GET HYPED!!!

(which means REBLOG PLEASE!) art by @gruvu

[folklouire]

—Did I leave you hanging every single day?

[mvement]

lewis hamilton at the las vegas gp 2024

[alacrityabound]

@honor-cxde

Ok. Deep breath. This was it. He had to do this or he'd chicken out.

It started with reviewing and cataloguing all data files in the Nemesis. With Ratchet on Earth, it was up to Arcee and Bumblebee to learn the tagging systems and integrate the Decepticons' information with the Autobots' files. Bumblebee did spent most of the time on the project - unfortunately, he was the most proficient hacker they had at the moment.

That's when he found out about Dreadwing. And Dreadwing knew the truth.

Optimus never corrected Dreadwing's assumption, trying to protect Bee from the wrath of a solo spark-twin. Like the dutiful soldier he was, Bumblebee respected his Prime's wishes.

But Optimus wasn't here anymore and Bumblebee had to fight his own battles.

He brought it up once around Bulkhead and Wheeljack, that despite the circumstances surrounding Skyquake's murder death, he felt like he owed it to Dreadwing to offer the Seeker closure. Bulkhead immediately got concerned and Wheeljack said that there were no innocents in war.

So nobody knew about this little plan. Bumblebee scheduled himself for a routine expedition, noting that he would be evaluating the area between Iacon and Polyhex. They had preliminary observations, but hadn't done a true review of the infrastructure between the two cities. He logged his route, gave his best time estimates, and promised to comm. if something went wrong.

Halfway between the two cities, in the middle of nowhere and joors out from immediate help, Bumblebee opened his frequency and broadcasted his coordinates.

::Dreadwing. This is Bumblebee. I'd like to talk to you. I'll be here.::

[ofthecaravel]

Sorry @shutupdevvie @gretasmokerising what were you saying about Sammi? And her hair being down? And her piercings?

[snippy-tano]

Since I don't know where you stand, I'd like to introduce myself as a Fives simp. That being said, my request is for a Fox slash!! Some people have hard feelings but nOT ME. THE POOR MAN DESERVES SOME LOVE. He works so hard and gets abused so much (*cough cough* looking at you Palpacreep 👀) and I would just like some appreciation for the guy. We all know he hasn't slept since last Tuesday and his blood is more caf than it is human cells.

Thanks vod, you're the best! Happy writing :)

thank you for this request vod! I absolutely agree! Fox deserves so much better!! which I hope I delivered in this request! I decided to mix it up and have a super confident reader, so I hope I did that justice! please let me know what you think!

like I said last time, I have a few requests in the pipeline, so keep an eye out for them!

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Late Night Caf

You gathered up your things and waved goodbye to a few coworkers before stepping into the lift and hitting the ground floor button.

It was late on Coruscant, but as a reporter, you were used to late nights. Late nights were when you finished some of your best works. You had started out as a beat reporter, covering local stories on Coruscant. Your articles were far from front page stories, but you worked hard and it showed. 

You got your big break completely by accident. 

There had been an incident on the lower levels and you happened to be nearby and one of the first reporters on the scene. Normally, it would have been an incident that would garner little attention, but it quickly grew into a much larger story and you were just lucky. Lucky to be there from the beginning and get a scoop many others weren’t able to get. 

It catapulted you into being one of the top reporters at your news agency. 

It also happened to be the case where you first met Commander Fox. 

He was quick and to the point, which was something you could appreciate as a reporter. He was gruff at first but then the thief’s showed up again, this time with blasters. Commander Fox and pushed you behind some cover and started firing, shouting commands immediately. 

You had to admit, it was pretty hot.

Your relationship started pretty professional and you think he only tolerated you because your article was incredibly kind and open about the clones. But gradually, he started to warm up to you. On the outside it would look pretty harsh, but to anyone who knew Fox, he was a total softie when it came to you. 

You visited him frequently and were consistently the only one who could get him out from behind his desk. His men had come to look forward to your arrival because they knew someone was looking after their commander who had more caf in his bloodstream than actual blood at this point. 

You checked your comm and didn’t see a message like you had expected. You were set to meet up with Fox for a very late dinner, but it was likely he got so wrapped up in work that he completely lost track of time, again.

You didn’t hold it against him, he didn’t mean to do it. But it did happen with an alarming frequency. You didn’t really feel like you could complain however because it wasn’t like you were seeing him. Despite your best efforts that is.

That was one thing that surprised people. You made it very clear to Fox that you liked him and would pursue a relationship if he wanted to, it was him that held back. You didn’t mind though, you were content with spending time with him, even if it never progressed beyond that. You’d be here as long as he wanted you in whatever capacity that was. 

There was a beep and the doors to the lift opened. You exited the lift and headed down and out through the lobby until you were standing on a busy Coruscanti street. You glanced at the time. 

Well, if he wasn’t going to meet you, you’d have to go to him. 

You began your walk towards the Corrie guard headquarters, stopping on the way to get two frozen fruit mixtures that you enjoyed and had been trying to get Fox to drink instead of just caf. You had yet to be successful, but you were nothing if not persistent.

You arrived at the guard headquarters in no time, tossing your own beverage in the garbage before striding inside the nondescript building. The two troopers at the entrance looked up when they saw you.

“Evening boys!” You called with a wave.

“Thank the Maker you’re here.” Radar said, looking exhausted.

You sighed. “How long has it been this time?”

“At least twelve hours. We know he’s still alive because we could hear him pacing, but he hasn’t left that room in at least that long.” He confirmed and you deflated a bit. 

This man was going to be the end of you.

“I got it boys, don’t you worry.” 

“We trust you!”

“Thank you!”

They both called as you walked by and they waved. You followed the winding halls, wincing at the one overhead light that was flashing. You finally reached Fox’s door, glancing down the hall to see another door cracked and light pouring out. 

Good. Thorne is still here. He can be back-up if you need it. 

You knocked quietly on Fox’s door and slowly opened it, peering inside. The Commander was sitting hunched over at his desk and didn’t react to you poking your head in. You quietly stepped inside the small office and closed the door behind you, continuing to move deeper into the office. 

Fox still hadn’t noticed you, despite reaching his side. He just continued tapping on his data pad and making notes on some flimsy. You peered into his almost empty cup of caf before picking it up and replacing it with the frozen fruit mix. 

And then you waited.

Thankfully it didn’t take long for Fox to blindly reach for his drink and take a sip. It was almost funny how quickly his face contorted as he drank what he expected to be caf and turned out to be not caf. He looked over and saw you, jumping slightly.

“When did you get here? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Good evening to you too Fox. I’m great thanks for asking. I got here a few minutes ago, since we were supposed to meet up about an hour ago.” You replied and he narrowed his eyes, looking at the time before huffing.

“I lost track of time, now give me my caf back.” He reached out and you pulled the cup away.

“Ah ah ah. Not so fast big guy. I’m cutting you off for now. It’s late and you need to get some sleep since I know it’s been far too long since you slept. Drink that instead, it’s much healthier.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“No, I want my caf.” He made a grab for the caf and you jumped backwards. Normally he would be much faster than you, but because it had been days since he probably slept, you were at an advantage. You darted out of his reach and upon seeing him still intending to take the caf, you raised the cup to your lips and chugged the rest of it in one go.

You coughed. “Kriff Fox. Could this be any more bitter?”

“It’s bitter?” 

“Yes.” You gasped. “I’ll buy you some more sweetener because kriff Fox this is awful.”

“It tasted fine to me.” He said, slumping back into his chair and picking up his data pad again. 

“That’s because you haven’t slept, so you didn’t even notice it was wrong.” You tossed the empty cup in the small garbage can near his desk before striding closer to him. You watched him tap away at his datapad before snatching it out of his hands. 

“Hey!”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. When was the last time you slept?” You asked and he blinked.

“Uh. After the last time I saw you.” Fox said, sounding a bit more confident as you nodded.

“Hmm. That was five days ago.”

He blinked again. “Oh.”

“Yeah oh. Come on, it’s time to go.”

“What? No, I have too much left to do.” He said, reaching for his datapad which you held up out of reach. 

“It can wait. It’s been five days since you slept. Don’t make me get Thorne.” You threatened and he hesitated. 

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“Alright fine, I’ll go to the barracks after I finish this report.” He said and you shook your head.

“I’m not falling for that Fox. You’re coming with me now and you’re staying at my place where I can make sure you sleep.” You insisted and he again glared at you. 

“What if I refuse?”

You chuckled. “Normally my philosophy is not to argue with men with brown eyes, because whatever you say gorgeous, but this time I will have to resist and insist.” You replied and he took a deep breath. “Come on, you’ll get a good night's sleep, I’ll make you breakfast, and have you back here by 0700 hours. Promise.”

Fox stared at you and you raised an eyebrow. 

“You can’t keep doing this Fox. Let me help.” Your voice lowered and you could see him struggling. You placed your hand on his armored shoulder. “Come on. I’ll make sure you’re back first thing in the morning, but you need to sleep.”

“Okay.”

You gave him a soft smile before locking his datapad and setting it down on his desk. You went to turn when he spoke again.

“But first-“

You turned so abruptly that your shoes squeaked against the floor. “For kriff’s sake Fox-“

A hand grabbed yours and yanked. Not expecting it, you lurched forward colliding with Fox who was still sitting in his old rickety chair. You would have thought it was an accident that you ended up in his lap, but his arms wrapped around your waist and suddenly you forgot what you were here for in the first place. 

His eyes scanned your face before he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It caught you off guard, that’s for sure. But despite its short duration, it was probably the best kiss you’d ever been given. 

You opened your eyes to see Fox’s still closed. You smiled gently before leaning back forward for more. Your hands tangled in his hair and he let out a soft groan at the contact, just as eager as you were. His arms tightened around you, tugging you impossibly closer. You brushed a hand against his cheek and he sighed. 

Fighting against the urge to continue, you forced yourself to pull away. You let your forehead thump lightly against his, feeling his breath puffing against your lips. 

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that, but can I ask why?” You whispered and Fox let out a hoarse chuckle. 

“I wanted to. Decided it was time to stop holding back with you.” He said and you smiled.

“Good. Please feel free to do that as often as you want.” 

Fox gave you one of his rare smiles before leaning in again, but was stopped by your finger. His eyes narrowed as he looked at you. 

“Nice try Fox. But we’re still leaving. Once we get back to my place however, feel free to not hold back.” You said and he sighed but relented, giving your waist a squeeze before you stood up. You brushed imaginary dust off your clothes and smoothed your hair as he straightened up a few things on his desk. When he finished, you held out your hand. 

Fox stared at it for a moment and for a second you thought he might refuse, but he intertwined his fingers with yours and you grinned broadly. Together, you walked out of his office. You waved brightly at the two troopers at the front who looked terribly confused, but were clearly going to report what they saw right to Thorne as soon as you left. 

And after that you kept your word. Fox got a good night's sleep and breakfast before he returned to his post. 

Fox was admittedly a little late the following morning due to your staying up a little later than you had originally anticipated, but you’re not sure he really minded. Not one bit. 

And frankly, neither did you. 

[pocketoon]

A familiar goodbye…

[leviiackrman]

JORDAN PARKER - Until Dawn [full colour]

more art || pinterest board || commissions

[outeremissary]

It's been such a powerful week of "wow... I'm bisexual"

[monets-pixels]

Twins! And one potential heir right off the bat

[ratatatastic]

once again any angle of the poika saunoo IS GREATLY APPRECIATED

Lundy Cup Day | 8.6.24

[chromaticcrazyass]

Insomniac Eclipse

[feltcreature]

THE NICK ALL STAR BRAWL 2 IMAGE LEAK.

[lepetitfruit]

If you get this, answer w three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! Anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog :)

Oh boy! More random facts! Gonna have to double check these are not the same as previous random facts lol

1. I decided last year out of the blue that I needed to collect something. Bc it fits my vibe. So now I collect decks of cards! I only have 5

2. I have extremely strong opinions on sandpaper and pliers. My job has done strange things to my brain

3. I have a deep and unholy love of spreadsheets. Not my fault, they just happen to be one of the most useful AND satisfying things in the world.

If anyone has a deep desire to know more weird shit about me, previous fun facts previous previous fun facts

[coconut530]

FRIED EGG 💙😡❌🫣❤️

[xamassed]

⟬ @dayrisen ⟭

❛❛ Itto. ❜❜ Her voice comes soft, faintly, a waver on the wind. Her hand ascends between them, descending down onto his which she grips softly. Slowly, she leans into his side, letting him know that he is not alone. ❛❛ It's okay. It's okay. I'm right here with you. ❜❜ [ :3c ]

The way she said his name was nearly all it took to shake his foundation. It was the start, at least — it startled a rumbling, jitters so intense that he felt them rattling his bones. The layers of affection, understanding and compassion were a blanket that had been wrapped once, twice, three times around him. He was cocooned in her comfort, and all she had to do was speak.

But it was her hands grasping at his that brought the walls down.

Her hands were small compared to his, but the intent within her hold made them feel larger by far. He didn't doubt that she could have wrapped his entirely in her palms with the ease her touch brought him.

Her warmth continued to spread once she tucked herself against him. Without hesitation, he sank into it, massive body curling around her. One arm looped around her shoulders, brought her in even closer to his chest. His heart thrummed against her ear, the rapid tattoo slowing to a dull thump.

Itto didn't speak. Blustering and flaunting his confidence was a defense mechanism, one he didn't have the will to flex at that moment. Instead, he sat there, letting himself gather his breath and take all of her in.

He didn't use words, but his actions would speak for him.

His nails gliding soft along her back, the occasional drag at the ends of her air and the way he squeezed her all voice his thanks. He appreciated her, and he hoped that she knew this despite his lingering quiet.