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its only their 5th meeting...bro is not reciprocating (sorry for bad handwriting)

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yeah these are the rest of the little challenge series

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oh he is upsetti.

context (cuz im terrible at showing) tfone megop au where it's post the cybertron war. the matrix's effects has worn off and has removed the emotion suppressing protocols that made optimus the rational, level headed mech that he was during the entirety of the war. all of his actual emotional turmoil finally crashes into him and crashout optimus prime leaves cybertron to deal with it. megatron is serving a primus-given sentence where he must seek the forgiveness of the prime or else he'll face an eternity of suffering (or so what the current prime rodimus has told him)

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A little heart to heart ❤️ 💙

If you know then you know :)

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Bonus:

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all good

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"i wonder what my life must have been like before sub level 50!"

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Oh….

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Hasboro please do this again I think it’s great

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b-127s first sleepover

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He got the touch! (of death)

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I like to think that Megatron picks up Op on purpose during battle to annoy the shit out of him (it works)

And at some point he just forgets that it’s not actually normal to carry an autobot around by their waist

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transformers one hunger games simulator with drawings!!!

ive been recovering from something recently and thought about the hunger games simulator website i used to play on as a kid.... so obviously i wasted time all day plugging transformers in!

everything is randomly generated! if u want to see all 4 rounds u can check out my twitter thread here! this one is one of my favorites though! enjoy!

swindle the goat

accidentally forgot to change shockwaves pronouns 😭

now it gets serious

goodbye orion

half the friend group has reunited!

not for long...

for b127

the winner is d16!

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hey whats up guys @castielrisingabove's tags on this post absolutely obliterated me. so i drew them and now they get to obliterate you too. enjoy

[ID: a Gravity Falls comic of Ford and Stan Pines, with text overlaid. Ford, in Stan's clothes in the Fearamid with a heartbroken frown, is captioned: "something about realizing far too late"

The memory gun reading "Stanley Pines," is captioned: "that you don't have all the time in the world to be angry with him"

Ford in the flashback of A Tale of Two Stans, arguing with Stanley (offscreen), captioned: "you had a decade"

Ford coming out of the portal and throwing a punch, captioned: "you had thirty years"

Ford glaring at Stanley (offscreen) in the Mystery Shack, the same scene he gives Stan his ultimatum. Captioned: "you had so long that you thought you had forever. but you don't. you never did."

Once more in the Fearamid, Ford aiming the memory gun, captioned: "and now you have to look your brother in the eye"

Stan in the flashback of A Tale of Two Stans, in the same argument with (offscreen) Ford, holding Journal 1 and looking devastated, captioned: "the same man who spent a decade"

Stan welcoming Ford back, spreading his arms for a hug he won't receive, captioned: "and thirty years"

Stan in the Mystery Shack, glaring back at his (offscreen) brother, captioned: "and forever wishing he could just be your brother again"

Ford closing his eyes as the memory gun fires, captioned: "and it hits you just how many things you wanted to be with your brother beyond angry — but time's run out."

A black background, captioned: "your brother's gone for good. and you're the one who pulled the trigger." End ID.]

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hot rod who was so like orion pax, was doomed to the same fate as them by optimus prime

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Me because after saying "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings." Optimus goes "I will lay down my life... My identity... For my people."

CAN HE STOP DOING THAT?!?

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i love the pining optiratch, hope to see more of the sillies

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Still very haunted by the idea of a young! Justice League AU.

They come across each other with an intentional, common goal. It feels like coincidence, but it also doesn’t. It’s destiny at work.

When Clark is 18, spoon-fed good manners, tall like a tree who thinks it’s a flower, sunshine laughing in his blood, he gently carries two cows back in the barn when he hears it.

Buildings decomposing. Faint, blaring cars dying. Soft whispers of ‘please please— oh god — I don’t want to die— what is that? What is that?!’

Metropolis cracks open. There’s a wound in the sky the police, the army, cannot heal. He tried calling. No one picked up.

It’s wide and scary and red and bleeds violently and Clark is so scared — but if he can survive being Perry White’s intern, he can survive this.

He grabs his Pa’s red flannel, ties it across his midsection, and flies faster than fear.

Clark learns two things that day.

1) He hits good, but he can’t throw a punch to save his life.

2) The scariest boy in the world has eyes that could make oceans cry.

Dressed in tactical gear, cobalt blue, bat shaped symbol drawn in neon across his chest. Runny eyeliner, smudged, mixed in stale blood running down his temple.

Glare so strong it could bury God.

The Bat carries an injured civilian on his back and two kids under his arms. Looks at Clark like someone seeing a shooting star for the first time.

Clark’s heart caves in on itself. Say something cool.

“I like your — blood.”

Clark hopes the next alien thing leaking from that gaping hole puts him out of his misery.

The boy blinks.

“How hard can you hit?”

Clark gulps. He gets a truck thrown at him and he stops it with one hand. He doesn’t even look at it.

“Pretty hard.”

—-

Barry Allen doesn’t arrive into battle. He trips into it.

Fifteen. Physics homework slams against settling air when he stops. Blur of red and shaking like a live wire. His sneakers light up when he walks.

“Hi! I’m Barry! Does anyone have a granola bar?”

Bruce blinks. He hands him one from the emergency compartment.

“Did everyone see that thing?! I mean — you can’t really miss it, I saw it from my house and thought ‘oh that’s weird I better go check it out’ and — IS THAT BLOOD?!”

Bruce, flat, “Not ours. Entirely.”

“Oh, okay. Coolcoolcoolcoolcool. “

Clark — carefully — moves Barry out of the way so he doesn’t get impaled by a car. Barry screams.

—-

Hal Jordan, 17 and 4 months, is five bad jokes in aviator glasses and holds the world by his teeth.

He sees Metropolis burn from Jupiter.

He inherited a dying wish from a good man, got chosen by a purpose three times bigger than him, and begs the council to go.

They have to debate first.

Hal can’t sit around to decide if this is the day he’s gonna be brave.

He crashes into battle like a green meteor, blasts Britney Spears from his ring (the battle remix), and pretends he’s not rotting with fear.

“Green Lantern, willing and able! No need to panic, people! Coast City represent! Let’s GOOOO— IS THAT A BROKEN LEG?!”

Bruce, half his face shielded by Kevlar, swallows a molar. “Fractured.”

Hal throws up a little. Clark cries. Barry looks a sugar rush away from exploding.

“You call yourself Green Lantern?” Bruce raises a brow, like he’s speaking to the human version of a typo.

“Yeah? What do you call yourself? Nickelback and Trauma?”

“The Bat.”

“…Man? Boy? Customised?”

“I can’t call myself Batman yet. If I do it now, it won’t be chronologically accurate.”

—

Oliver Queen, 17, watches it on the news.

He’s got a meeting at 11, a tan at 1, a court hearing for punching a senator at 3, and a half broken bow from last night’s patrol.

He’s pretty sure he’s going to die if he goes.

He knows he’ll regret it more if he doesn’t.

“We’re gonna die, aren’t we?”

Clark takes a breath, raises two fists he doesn’t know what to do with, and looks up to a dying sky like he’s begging it to last longer. He doesn’t answer.

He just looks at Bruce, summer blue eyes wide, fear melted over.

“I’m not hitting until you do.”

So Bruce does.

—-

A girl, taller than all of them, older than all of them, grin sharper than her sword, pierces through battle like she has war on a leash.

Diana is 18, — in their years. She kills three aliens in under a minute.

Covered in guts and glory and sunny, walks up to them like nothing.

“We will fight together, yes?”

They all nod, a bit too scared of finding out what happens if they don’t.