#why not both hmm?

[lexo-is-pesto]

Triplets!!

[meamiki]

mira !!! :]

[swanerotica]

yeahyeah mike plays the gitaur rockstar byler au yeah yeah but what if byler.. playing in orchestra

[lord-squiggletits]

The other day I saw something that actually made the fandom's complete lack of acknowledgement towards Megatron grooming/brainwashing Tarn make a lot of sense, which was essentially a comment that implied something along the lines of 'Tarn made himself worse.'

Which like, I guess makes sense as a justification? If you just write off Dying of the Light and Tarn's entire existence as him just "choosing" to be "worse" I guess it's easy to just blame Tarn and coddle Megatron as the victim of the whole thing.

As opposed to the actual truth of canon which is that Tarn was not always Tarn, Tarn used to be Damus, Damus was nothing like Tarn at all, and it was Megatron's direct, malicious, targeted intervention that took Damus (normal guy) and made him into Tarn (zealot freak). And that the DJD wasn't Tarn's creation, it was Megatron's creation, because Megatron not only wrote the DJD rulebook but also directly trained them (at least the initial members of the DJD, including Tarn) to be brutal, sadistic killers. And that Tarn's mental breakdown in Dying of the Light and subsequent deathhunt on Megatron was just Tarn continuing to fulfill the role Megatron assigned to him, which was to hunt down traitors to the Decepticon cause and make them pay in pain and death. In other words, that Tarn was literally carrying out the exact purpose that Megatron groomed him for, in service to the ideology that Megatron shaped to be centered entirely around ruthlessness, cruelty, and subjugation. And that everything Tarn did as an evil person was merely a logical extension of the ideology Megatron brainwashed him into carrying out, not him randomly deciding to "make himself worse" one day bc he was angy at his daddy.

But sure. I guess, from a certain, very zoomed in and granular perspective, Tarn is evil because he just chose to be that way and no one could've possibly predicted him turning on his master who reshaped his entire life to serve his will and then abandoned him. It's not like Megatron radicalized him for no reason and then built him to be a ticking time bomb or anything. No, Tarn just... decided to make himself worse. One day, for no reason at all. Mmmkay.

[shanklin]

We should give Fish Stanley/ Relativity Falls Stanley, SHANKLIN give him a therapy possum that kid is too sad

Who do you think killed Filbrick???

Selfish Shellfish AU - Masterpost

[starscream-is-my-wife]

I am constantly rotating your documentary au in my mind it's such a fun idea. Since Ratchet has been assumed to be a teen mom, are the humans also concluding Optimus is the teen dad? Or are they thinking its a "I'm not the step dad, I'm the dad that stepped up" sort of situation? I wonder what sort of further misunderstandings are going to happen with the one sided communication and the assumptions made about our delightful trio and Cybertronians as a whole.

The town is mostly thinking that Orion is around the same age by the way he acts sometimes, even if he's a bit scary, he has a young dad goofiness to him, especally compared to Ratchets grumpyness. Although since the two humans reporting on them are biased and are also young adults, there's probably different rumors about them to other crowds

There's people who thinks Bee was the child of only one of them and the other was like, a coworker or a family friend that got caught in the crash because of how unrelated he looks to the both of them, adoption was also a possibility but Angel and Truck King havent been seen together too much, and when they are only few see it, most people haven't seen them close to each other at all

Generally, everyone thinks that Bee is Ratchets kid and whether OP is biologicaly the dad is in the air, due to Bee and Ratchet seemingly being a lot closer (OP has just been taking up more dangerous construction jobs for a building so Bee hangs out with Ratchet more)

The ones most invested in the bots do think that they're a young family, with such a positive view on them they're also the most ballsy with talking to them, if someone was skeptical they try to avoid them

But after that last interaction with the guy flirting with Angel it definitely solidified that those two are involved at least, now that the 'Angel is a young mom' rumor has been floating around, the people who think that Truck King is not the bio father is wondering 'is there a deadbeat big yellow dad who wasn't treating her right and now good man Truck King has snatched her away? Or is Angel just unfaithful? It looked like Truck King was unaware of her fans and she even fought him so the guy could get away!' Of course nobody would ever bring this up to any of the bots... or their fans

Alot of information comes from Zekes mouth, the big rumors start here because while he doesn't say anything public with none of them there to respect the bots privacy, its also really hard to not tell your other friends about the robots who you get to hang out with as part as your job (park ranger) but now your friends have the perfect combo of vaugeness and details to go wild with rumors.

So while most of the town (at least the younger population) loves the drama, a part still wants some actual evidence that arent from some 19 year olds mouth, like the only seen evidence that the bots are a family before is that "It looks like a man, woman, and child robot"

Zeke also mostly reports on rumors that are notable (or at least he thinks are) so heres some crazy ones:

The robots are government spies that look like a cute family to get our guards down

The bots are actually a cursed family and we're normal people until they angered a wizard

The bots were sent by God as a test for something

The bots are escaped experiments from the Canadian government

Pete is a super villian creating these bots in his basement in preparation for world domination

The bots not only eat energy, but they also eat souls and are marinating us slowly

These damn bots are here stealing our jobs, we gotta deport them back to space before more come

[sysig]

If it’s not you, what’s the point! (Patreon)

[shadowlinktheshadow]

played ww and now im thinking about floormasters and gloom hands

im like 90% sure someone already made this connection, but

colors a bit off and no eye on floormaster but I see a connection

[theletterwsartflap]

Getting them ready for another photoshoot, actually.

[galadriel-blue]

TROP S2 SPOILERS

Nobody better say anything bad about my girl Earian she is being manipulated through her grief by the men in power around her and it's making it hard for her to discern right from wrong. I'm not saying that her actions are justified, I'm just saying that she misses her brother and dearly needs her dad, but at the moment she is all alone and that can mess a person up

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

me when one character carries a terrible weight on them that they feel the need to hide and bare on their own and they are forced to be with another character who is so terribly devoted to them to the point of destroying themselves to be of service

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[iniziare]

"Oh but fair maiden, lend me your gaze for a minute longer, will you?"

And most would have settled for a simple hello, not an introduction that required one to listen as he'd, with a redirect of his hand, raised it towards his headwear to remove it with a small bow in her direction. He would smile warmly, head canting there he stood among the passing crowd. Truly, of all passing strangers to set his eyes on, Brant had chosen the one who seemed to both stand out and blend in a little too well all together.

"Would you be so kind to assist a passing wavefarer in his most desperate moments?" Brant continued, straightening himself back up, hat still hand but now resting against the surface of his chest. As well traveled and seasoned of a captain he was, he couldn't and wouldn't claim to know the streets and nature of Huanglong too well, certainly not the wintry shores of this snowridden mountain range. Crinkling snow sent shivers down his spine, but the lingering need to come off as collected and unbothered remained. He wouldn't want to appear as completely submissive in this harsh climate. "The winter is harsh, my knowledge runs dry and while it would be quite the adventure of setting out on my own in search for my wandering comrade, it would favor me well if I had the aid of someone ... wiser than me, a simple sailor from Rinascita."

Of course, simple sailor was not quite the right term. He simply deemed it wise to await with further introductions until he knew who he found himself in the presence of. Would be a shame, wouldn't it, if it proved to be someone who had crossed ways with the troupe before and wished for retribution.

"Brant," he'd chime in, "a humble man who simply requires assistance. "

now give me hazmat suit changli :(

A voice like that— ever gilded in charm, and entwined in such an ease that might just veil a sharpness underneath— was one she'd heard in countless variations before. There were those who weaved their words with an almost careful artistry, seeking to make an impression long before purpose could ever be questioned, and then there were those whose charisma was simply innate, natural to them as it was for others to draw breath. And yet, as this man's voice reached her, slipping through the quiet hush of the mountain pass, she found herself neither deterred nor wholly taken.

Her steps did not still in their entirety, nor did her gaze lift with any undue haste, though when it did, it was with a measured sort of amusement, head tilting just so in the crisp, and wintry air. The bow, the ever so dramatic flourish, and the warmth in his tone— at first glance, it would seem as though it were a well-rehearsed act and no more, one that could have been performed countless of times prior to now, but, should one judge so unduly, so soon? A passing wayfarer? Mm, yes, perhaps so. In truth, it was that he had chosen her amongst all others to appeal to, and if nothing else, that earned him a sliver of interest. That had always been enough.

"Desperate moments," came in echo, the words a murmur softened by the cold around them. "How dramatic." It was hardly an outright dismissal. No, her interest in this man lingered like a quiet thing— a reality that needed appraising, and weighing. He carried himself with a practiced ease of one accustomed to commanding attention, and yet to a woman who resided so comfortably within the details of the world, she did not miss the creeping discomfort at the edges; the way the cold must bite sharper against someone unaccustomed to its embrace. He seemed to hold fast against it, careful not to yield, but it was there, was it not? A subtle betrayal of the unfamiliar? Still, he had made his request with grace, a sailor's tongue weaving pleasantries into necessity, and she, bearing a wariness of easy charm, was not so unkind as to ignore a guest in need. Though need, in this case, was an interesting thing, wasn't it?

Her lips curved, slowly and deliberately, but the glint in her gaze was perhaps a bit sharper than the smile itself. "A simple sailor." It, too, had come in repetition, as if she were tasting, or weighing, the words for herself. "And yet, one who navigates the unfamiliar with such ease." A flicker of something akin to a chuckle softened the syllable of her words before she continued. "—Or, at the very least, knows how to ask for directions with quite the flair."

Ah, but it was not a yes, not quite yet. The silence settled between them just long enough for him to wonder, and question, whether she'd relent, or resist. But if his gaze was one harboring the scrutiny that hers held, he would see the amusement caught within it. "Well, Brant, it would hardly do to leave a guest of Huanglong to the mercy of such dire circumstances." A beat in time then, light, and consciously chosen. "That is, assuming I do believe in the severity of your plight." A hand lifted then, pale fingers brushing absently against the dark silk of her sleeve, a gesture to show the consideration that enraptured her. "I suppose I could lend you aid." Her gaze then turned keen, and teasing, both. "Though it would depend," the final pause was just long enough to draw the moment out before the question came, spoken even more smoothly than all that had come before. The hat— yes, surely so. "This wandering comrade of yours... Tell me, is he as prone to theatrics as his captain?"

Prompt: Unprompted (I lie, I asked for this) // @avaere

[stiffyck]

I'm still not decided on a name. Hate this shit. Currently thinking about two names that were suggested a while ago but idk.

[robotalien]

can we all kill ourselves

[deus-ex-mona]

kinda thinking about t h e m again…