Okay but imagine a Prowl/Chromedome + Chromedome/Rewind playlist with the same concept, only allowed to use pop songs from 16-10 years ago.
A rich noblemech has a scandalous affair with the lawnmower hired to tend his conjunx's crystal gardens in at least a hundred Cybertronian porn movies
Important details All of these movies star the same lawnmower mech. He's made a very lucrative career out of it His porn name is Revved Up The scripts always make a pun about him getting people revved up This is what he wanted. He finds it hilarious every single time He is large enough to mow people down. Literally
God, coldstars. I can't really complain though I made an npc for DT who is an alarm clock named Knock-Up.
HE'S A RIDE-EM MOWER THE SIZE OF A BUILDING AND I LOVE HIM R I D E H I M IS A SERIOUS TAG LINE FOR AT LEAST ONE OF THESE MOVIES
This is a joke, but I shit you not there is a fic on AO3 in the Functionist Universe with this basic premise. And it starts a revolution.
I really kind of want a fic where Wheeljack and Windblade go drinking and end up mournfully commiserating about how Starscream is such an asshole but wow, he's pretty until he starts talking. WHY is he so attractive. What a fucking jerk. Who even NEEDS two swords and a dramatic entrance? Man, fuck that guy.
I will have you know that I still have not watched all of TF Prime, and somehow I could still sense in my heart of hearts that this scene was a thing that had happened Who needs two swords and a dramatic entrance? Wheeljack. God dammit Wheeljack
... oh my god, I did not know that was a thing. I was thinking about the one "knock knock" moment in Windblade. WHEELJACK <3 I really need to watch Prime, apparently.
Legit, I haven't gotten to his intro in the show yet. I've seen art of him with two swords, though, and intuition told me that he did the thing
I was flipping through a big poetry anthology reading whatever I fancied, for my poetry class, and I stumbled upon Audre Lorde's Power. The first verse really sung out to me as something I immediately associated with IDW Megatron. The rest of the poem, less so, but it's really good if disturbing. The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. Spoiler: Police shootings, rape imagery, violent racism I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and my stomach churns at the imaged taste while my mouth splits into dry lips without loyalty or reason thirsting for the wetness of his blood as it sinks into the whiteness of the desert where I am lost without imagery or magic trying to make power out of hatred and destruction trying to heal my dying son with kisses only the sun will bleach his bones quicker. A policeman who shot down a ten year old in Queens stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and there are tapes to prove it. At his trial this policeman said in his own defense “I didn’t notice the size nor nothing else only the color.” And there are tapes to prove that, too. Today that 37 year old white man with 13 years of police forcing was set free by eleven white men who said they were satisfied justice had been done and one Black Woman who said “They convinced me” meaning they had dragged her 4’10’’ Black Woman’s frame over the hot coals of four centuries of white male approval until she let go the first real power she ever had and lined her own womb with cement to make a graveyard for our children. I have not been able to touch the destruction within me. But unless I learn to use the difference between poetry and rhetoric my power too will run corrupt as poisonous mold or lie limp and useless as an unconnected wire and one day I will take my teenaged plug and connect it to the nearest socket raping an 85 year old white woman who is somebody’s mother as I beat her senseless and set a torch to her bed a greek chorus will be singing in ¾ time “Poor thing. She never hurt a soul. What beasts they are.”
Does anyone else have a tfwiki account? I've tried to sign up for one over the last couple of days, and all I get is an error message. I just want to add 'Til all are one' to Sara Pitre-Durocher's page. http://tfwiki.net/wiki/Sara_Pitre-Durocher
I do love that, but I think I love the background karaoke even more (still wistfully dreaming of cross-stitching it... someday..........)
Guys GUYS have you ever considered windshield wiper play? (warning, nsfwish) http://iyyokuk-lucid.tumblr.com/post/105014110241/uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm It's silly but also one of those robot things that falls just short of having a human equivalent.
okay since @glitterchance is going through old posts i remembered that the whiny entitled "wweh wweh why are you writing things that i dont like" ao3 rant existed, and thus the subsequent "fuck you they can write self insert mermaid fic if they fucking want to" response fic, containing this fucking gem of a paragraph: anyway i just wanted to let you all know: that seagull was absolutely without a doubt @Seagull
Help, it's the season for tailgate displays in america and all I can think of is our tiny white trashcan I work in a grocery store, I can't explain that I'm giggling about robots every time someone mentions tailgating
