#idk where to tag this

[cosmics-beings]

Hello there!! I hope this ask isn't too invasive, but let me girst say that I am a MASSIVE fan of your Transformers writings. Every once in awhile I go back to binge them and I'm always excited when I get updates from your AO3! I just finished reading 'Poets and Veils' for like the tenth time and I wanted to ask if you're still wanting to write a part 2 to it. But I remember you saying somewhere that TFP Megastar is a bit sore for you atm so I don't want to cross any boundaries!! Thank you all the same for reading. 😊

Omg this isn't invasive at all, thank you so much ! I am so happy you like my writing, that means a lot to me. Poets and Veils was one that was so close to my heart, one of my favorite ones. I do one day plan to write a part two!

I do have some feelings about TFP Megastar adjfal;fja BUUT as always, I love tfp megastar, it was the first TF ship i shipped and I actually did write a TFP megastar fic recently if you're interested! I'm always gonna love and write for them!

You certainly aren't crossing boundaries. i am always going to be down for talking about megastar, thank you so much!

Summary:

“Get up, you weak fool.” Starscream sneered, lowering his internal blaster.

“You aren’t going to…”

“We have a movement to run, or rather reform. You and I both know, we work better together.”

-

When the Predacons unleash their wrath upon Starscream, he is saved by the person he least expected, Megatron. Ready to exterminate him, Starscream realizes there is a change within his master (if he can even call him that) and realizes that perhaps their bickering is in the past. Now it is time to work for what they fought for.

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[smallbrokencowboy]

[ladysatoru]

Honestly, no one is doing it like Vinsmoke Sanji. He's royalty. He's homeless. He's a convicted criminal. He is a damsel in distress. He's a knight in shining armor. He takes down the Government at 10 am then makes a Bouchée à la reine from scratch at 11. He has the empathy of a buddhist monk in the Himalayas. He will beat up a 90 year old. He has never given a fuck, he cant sleep at night cz of how much he cares. He is a ballerina. He sets his legs on fire. He is a slut. He is a virgin. He is a feminist He is a pervert. He's a fashion icon. He wears Alexander McQueen suits to the beach. He has never known happiness. God has personal beef with him.

[hinamie]

subject, specimen, spectacle;

should i say that you're dead?

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Suddenly, bell bottoms aren't so bad

Bonus sketch, because I had to vv

"Stop checking out my assistant, Stanley."

[emberglowfox]

birds of a feather

[eveningrainstorm]

take responsibility.

[kabumisun]

read left - > right

she ace on my trap til i pola

[zaahvi]

GLORY TO THE RISEN GODS

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[cosmics-beings]

ive said this in the past, but if ever anyone is interested i am always open for little drabbles.

i'll certainly write for megastar, optiratch, dratchet, rodistar, and also other ships (only mlm and wlw tho <3). and i also dont' mind doing character focused fics too. I'm just a bit bored so send me some draft ideas

[helcef]

Happy pride from 141

You cant tell me gaz isn’t the most bisexual guy ever

[smallbrokencowboy]

Its so great to be back on tumblr. Im cooler now. I smoke weed.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[paintedcrows]

Totally Normal Trigonometry Things