#tf was with inner?

[zeropro]

I think he was a good man once.

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[zorangezest]

misc transformers stuff I haven’t posted yet! most of it soundwave. pretty much of all of it soundwave actually. i think i might like this guy chat

[fraternum-momentum]

realized i havent been drawing horny in this,,,, horny blog,,,,,,, [1] [2]

[macking-cheese]

Crawling out of my art block grave to present to theee a lil something something (aka when two hyperfixations decide to become one)

Long story short I blasted 3 of my favorite little blorbos with the buginator and will do it again >:]

[cloudy-shine-starr]

[wavewavethoughtsonly]

Lyrics: Good To You by Marianas Trench Waltzing With The Waves “cover art” I guess

[emiko-matsui]

the funniest thing about the bad kids meeting ayda is she took one look at the right side of the table and didn't give a shit about any of them and then became absolutely obsessed with every single person on the left side of the table

[gas1le]

There are similarities between tfo D-16 and tfp Bumblebee, but their finals are different.

Something was taken away from both of them.

transformation cog voice box

They were bullied and subjected to excruciating torture.

Both take the lives of those who tormented them

But....

He was seeking He was striving for revenge peace

Thus, one remained a hostage of the past, absorbed in his hostile thoughts, while the other moved forward, carrying with him a message of hope and reconciliation.

[willfreakbyers]

My son is graduating kindergarten❤️🥹

[arseteta]

webbonso jaguar teammates!au

[akq96618]

Leo Rescue and Safari costumize from episode 41

[weeping-anguish]

Sedimental Value

Megatron vs. Paleontology

I just wanted to yap about fossils lmao and pun.

Part 1/4 Link

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The battle had been fierce—briefly.

Optimus and Megatron had traded blows across the rocky slopes, scattering wildlife and triggering small landslides somewhere in the Appalachian Mountains.

“For once,” Megatron growled, “stay down, Prime!”

Optimus Prime landed with a heavy thud, shaking pine needles loose from the trees. Megatron followed, crashing through the canopy, fusion cannon flaring.

“This ends now, Prime!” Megatron snarled, charging with wild force.

Optimus sidestepped just in time.

CRUNCH .

Megatron pitched forward with a mechanical yelp as his foot caught something buried in the dirt. He tripped in glorious, undignified fashion and landed face-first into a rocky embankment.

CRACK. “GRAAAUGH!”

One clumsy misstep, one badly-placed foot, and the Warlord of Kaon was suddenly flailing—arms windmilling—before crashing into the side of a shale outcrop.

A boulder split in half.

Megatron lay there for a moment in stunned silence, then shoved himself upright with a snarl. “What in the pit—?!”

He looked down, half-expecting a landmine or a hidden Autobot trap.

Instead, he saw... a rock.

Optimus skidded to a halt, mid-leap. “...Are you alright?”

Megatron roared and shoved himself up. “WHO PUT THIS RIDICULOUS... LUMP OF ROCK IN MY PATH?!”

Optimus stepped over calmly, peering at the object Megatron had tripped on. Embedded in the earth was a large, spiral-shaped fossil.

The Prime paused mid-charge, optics flicking from Megatron to the object. Then his expression changed.

“Oh—oh, no way.” He stepped forward quickly, crouching beside the half-buried stone. “Is that a fossil?”

Megatron blinked. “A what?”

Optimus’s entire demeanor shifted, tension evaporating like mist in sunlight. “It’s a Brachiopod. Look at this—still partially embedded, but you can make out the hinge and the ridges across the shell. Perfect symmetry.” He brushed away some soil with careful fingers. “And the preservation? It’s Devonian. Has to be. This entire region used to be seabed over 400 million Earth years ago.”

Megatron blinked. “Prime. We are in the middle of a battle.”

Optimus continued excitedly monologuing.

Megatron just stared.

Optimus was... smiling.

His voice had gone light and enthusiastic, the way it never did during war. There was something unguarded in him—something Megatron hadn’t seen in millennia.

“You're monologuing about sea bugs,” Megatron said flatly.

But Optimus wasn’t listening anymore.

“This one likely lived anchored to the ocean floor, filtering particles from the water. And here it is—untouched for eons, until you stepped on it.” He chuckled softly. “Poor thing.”

Megatron grumbled and leaned on a nearby tree, rubbing his helm. “This was supposed to be a combat operation.”

Optimus didn’t even glance up. “Do you remember when I used to do this full-time? Study, document, preserve? I spent megacycles in the Hall of Records, cataloging ancient systems, reading about long-dead civilizations. Back then, nothing was more important to me than understanding the past.”

Megatron didn’t answer. Not right away.

But he did remember.

He remembered a younger Optimus—Orion Pax then—hovering over datacores and relics with the same reverence he now gave the little fossil. Megatron had walked those archives once, long before revolution burned away what they’d been. He’d argued with Orion about injustice and philosophy in the low-lit vaults beneath Iacon. They’d fought then too—verbally, eloquently. Earnestly.

“You were different then,” Megatron muttered, his voice low.

Optimus finally looked up.

“You talked about knowledge like it was sacred,” Megatron continued. “You wanted to build something with it. Something with me. Not—" he gestured vaguely at the broken trees and scorched earth, “—this.”

Optimus’s gaze softened. “I never stopped wanting that, Megatron.”

“I know.” He looked away. “That was the tragedy, wasn’t it?”

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The wind whispered through the trees, stirring branches and memories alike.

Optimus turned back to the fossil. “Do you ever miss it?”

“What?”

“The people we were before war turned us into this.”

“…Sometimes,” Megatron admitted. “But then I remember who I was forced to become.”

Silence again. Not tense—just... quiet.

Optimus stood and gently set the fossil back in the dirt, carefully packing soil around it.

“You’re preserving it?” Megatron asked incredulously.

“Of course. Some things are worth protecting.”

Megatron huffed. “You’ll never change.”

“Maybe not,” Optimus said. “But I still remember how to value something ancient and fragile.”

Megatron stared at him. “You’re talking about the rock, aren’t you?”

Optimus smiled faintly. “Mostly.”

Megatron shook his head, a reluctant smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re lucky I tripped on that thing,” he said. “Any longer and I might’ve hit you hard enough to shut you up.”

“You could try,” Optimus replied, tone amused. “But I’d probably start quoting paleontology terms while half delirious anyway.”

Megatron groaned. “I hate that I missed this part of you.”

Optimus tilted his head. “You didn’t miss it. It was always there. You just stopped listening.”

Megatron shook his head, rising. “I’m leaving before you start talking about trilobites.”

“I do love trilobites,” Optimus called after him as Megatron transformed and blasted off.

“You’re unbearable,” he called as he lifted off. “Tell your fossil goodbye for me.”

“I will,” Optimus said softly, watching him disappear into the sky.

He turned back to the ridge, brushing his hand once more over the ancient shell, then sat down beside it.

And for a while, he simply watched the wind move through the trees.

[alphajocklover]

Wake Up Bro

**Shorter story than usual, but still hot and fun. Im experimenting with different styles so I'll be posting stories, both long and short, with pictures and without. I posted this twice to the wrong account LMAO. Enjoy!**

“Wake up bro.” Owen Smith looked around the locker room in confusion, only to realize that, yes, Trevor Elliotson, the most popular guy in his college, was, in fact, talking to him.

“Uh… what?” Owen looked at Trevor in shock, confused by what the jock had just said

“Wake up bro.” Trevor repeated himself, his words carrying a deep resonance that sent a strange shiver down Owen’s spine “You’ve been asleep for too long bro. You have to wake up bro.” Trevor said, giving Owen a cocky smile and punching him on the arm. He seemed to stare right through Owen, as if he could see something inside him. “I… am awake?” Owen said, even more confused. Why was the most popular guy in school talking to him and why wasn’t he making any sense? Was he having a stroke? Suddenly Trevor scowled in disgust, looking at Owen as if he had just noticed him. “I’m not talking to you bro. I’m talking to him. Wake up bro. Are you really gonna let this loser stay in control?” He said with a sneer. Owen was going to ask if he was feeling ok… but felt a strange vertigo come over him. The room spun, and Owen felt himself falling back. Not just physically, but… mentally. It was like he was receding into his own mind. Owen’s body moved without him meaning to as the words repeated in his head, growing stronger and stronger. Wake up bro. Wake up bro. Wake up bro. WAKE UP BRO. Owen was so overwhelmed by the words that he almost didn’t notice his reflection in his mirror. Owen looked in the mirror and his jaw dropped. He was… incredible. His jawline was sharp and defined, the fat on his body was all but gone, and he had become incredibly muscular. He looked like some Jock version of himself. Owen heard Trevor laugh, a deep dumb laugh, and felt himself laugh along, a douchey look on his face.

“That's it Owen bro. It’s just like I said. Let your inner jock wake up. Fuck your old nerdy self. Let your inner bro take over bro.”

Owen felt his mind dull as something else, something from deep inside him that had been sleeping for a long time, took control. Owen raised his biceps into a cocky flex. Owen fell asleep… and Big O, the cocky jock and Trevor's best friend, woke up.

[the-crooked-library]

one thing about Mark is that whether he is at home, at work, or at a clandestine meeting, he is probably getting scolded by the most beautiful woman you can think of. he isn’t even seeking them out and it’s not even necessarily romantic, beautiful women just see him and pick him up by the scruff immediately. ultimate poor little meow meow man

[hrizantemy]

Guys I’m genuinely tweaking on how Feyre didn’t learn how to read. She had tutors etc, and I doubt any of her family paid attention to her because Nesta says “I would have taught you if I had known” not an exact quote but basically, and Feyre was like “you wouldn’t” but they were pretty rich for a while so she should have know and the audacity of her to say that like GIRL MAYBE TELL SOMEONE.