#sledge

[easternblocrelics]

Somewhere in Czechoslovakia Color slide 1970s

[carnalhaus]

AMERICAN TRADITION 📷

if you feel needy, then take.

[angele-darliing]

Supporting your wifey~

[thelvadams]

Master Chief in TOM CLANCY'S RAINBOW SIX SIEGE

[genebabe]

seriously yall… who’s gonna be the eugene hbowar actor to my cat sitting at the table with him???

[tigereyes45]

Meeting Up - Chapter 12 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I love writing Jazz. I should write him more.

Summary:

Jazz takes Orion out.

Preview of the fic:

It’s not an awful way of going about things, so long as you don’t mind the extra work.”

“I don’t!”

Rewind frowns at the pad. “Clearly.”

Orion straightens up. Was there something wrong with the report? Yes it’s a little bare, but it’s just started! Plus he’s seen more these last few deca-cycles than he ever has before. Wasn’t that all the point?

He folds his servos on the table. What mistake did he make?

“Hey Orion!” A pair of arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. Jazz bumps the tip of his helm against the side of Orion’s. “Where’s my party pal?”

“Ratchet? He’s,” Wait. Where is Ratchet? Has he not been by today? Orion brings a servo to his chin.

“You haven’t seen him? I thought you two were as thick as thieves nowadays.” Jazz pulls away, giving Orion enough space to meet his optics. Jazz wears an uncertain smile. “Don’t you have to follow him everywhere for that report you’re working on?”

“Yes but today was his day off so I was utilizing it to go over my notes and organize my paper.” Orion answers, reaching for his pad but finding the table empty.

“It’s his day off?” Jazz asks pulling back fully with a grin now. “Oh yeah! No way I’m not dragging him out now!” 

Jazz rounds on Orion, placing a servo on the back of his chair and leaning in close. “You want to come with?”

“Oh?” Orion looks back down at his servos. “No. I have to finish this outline and then I was planning on paying a visit to a few of Ratchet’s patients that we spoke to these past few cycles.” Orion lifts his head and quickly explains. “For follow-up interviews.”

There’s a cough.

Orion turns to see Rewind holding that pad he had been looking for.

“My apologies Rewind!"

[lizzardwitch]

greetings prdc fandom, i present my offering of multiple shitty alignment charts

[soothedcerberus]

Commission for @ninjakirkki ! :’]]]] Couple of nerds cool dudes 

[collinnmckinley]

Rainbow Six Siege: Elite Sledge Halo Crossover (×)

[carnalhaus]

day in the life where you’re a lowly waffle house girl and sledge is your beautiful coworker

[angele-darliing]

Sledge to help me relax

[postcard-from-the-past]

Monte Toboggan sledge in Funchal, Madeira, Portugal

Portuguese vintage postcard, mailed in 1909 to Paris

[tigereyes45]

Meeting Up - Chapter 11 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Am I once again posting a new chapter at 3:44am? Yes, yes I am. Listen when inspiration strikes, it hits hard.

Summary:

Megatronus watches Ratchet treat a patient while out in the field. Bulkhead is not happy to see a doctor. Good thing Ratchet isn't a doctor.

Preview of the fic:

This stupid boy. He doesn’t even know how to move! How fresh from the all spark is he?

“Stay away from him!” Bulkhead demands. He really has no idea what his situation is.

Megatronus glowers at him. He takes a step forward ready to grab the go-bot by his head.

“We’re here to help!” Ratchet shouts. Megatronus can feel the shorter bot hoist himself up, so his face was above the gladiator’s arm.

“Yeah right!”

“Believe me or don’t, but I think your supervisor wants me over there.”

Bulkhead looks to Harness. The taller, older bot nods.

“But they’ll scrap him!”

“No one’s scrapping Sledge, Bulkhead.”

Bulkhead seemingly waivers. He brings both arms to his chassis. Then his optical ridges smack together. A sharp clang sound rings out. “This is his sixth accident. I know what happens to repeat offenders!”

“Repeat offenders?”

Of course Orion doesn’t know.

“Is that what this is about?” Ratchet whispers under his breath. “Look your friend, Sledge is hurt right?”

Bulkhead glares past Megatronus’ arm. Megatronus takes a step closer, keeping him a little further from Ratchet. Basically daring the younger bot to make a move. It’s a fight he won’t win. One hand on his helm, and Megatronus could crush it. A kick to either of his bulky legs and the whole bot would go falling to the floor. He’d only make it in the arena if he learned to move that frame of his. This bot is too green, too fresh, to even put up a fight.

“As I thought. Can you reattach his limbs?” Ratchet asks, waving a transformed servo over his head. A welder sticks out. Blue fire emanates from it, ready to fix the problem. “I can!”

Bulkhead steps back. He’s beginning to see reason. Megatronus takes a step closer. The younger bot raises his wrecking balls again.

“I’m not a doctor!” Ratchet shouts. Megatronus turns back to stare. He can see many of the other gathered bots doing the same. 

“I’m not a doctor.” Ratchet repeats in a calmer tone. “I don’t have to report how many injuries he’s had before, or incidents he’s been in. I just need to include a name, and the treatment I administered in my report.”

Ratchet pushes past Megatronus’ arm. He holds both servos out towards the younger bot. “Unless someone goes digging for information about your friend specifically, my report won’t even show up.”

“Really?”

“Really, and trust me, the hospital’s administration does not care about ever injury a medical assistant can fix up.” As he reaches Bulkhead, Ratchet places a servo on top of one of his wrecking balls. The same one that had nearly him them earlier. “Let me help your friend, please.”

Bulkhead’s optics narrow, but he steps aside. “Sledge is hurt real bad.”

[lizzardwitch]

Discord wanted to be homophobic so posting this here

[redtyrannoranger]

She’s Everything. He’s Just Sledge.

[fortnite-headcanons]

Arctic Metal Mouth and Arctic Enforcer Sledge are an unstoppable duo

Fortnite Headcanon #1452